 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aryan wasn’t quite sure what he was doing here?
Neither Art nor Drama was his thing. He was most likely to epically screw up a prop but he did promise himself that he would try his utmost not to. In any case, the second year rather enjoyed The Tales of Beedle the Bard so perhaps that love was what had led him here.
Entering the spare classroom, the baby of the Atreyu-Rehman clan first took the time to give Fergersnout and Feirgrund the usual finger wiggle-wave, though Feirgrund was also on the receiving end of a suspicious squint for… reasons; reasons only which he and Jan knew about. Said squint was so brief that one would wonder if they had imagined it.
Greetings out of the way, Ary approached a table towards the back and made himself comfortable. This is going to be super interesting, he told himself. |