Plaid
Plaid is awful. I don’t like the sight of plentiful lines forming boxes; it gives me a woozy feeling.
There was one Gryffindor who I grew fond of. His name was Lloyd and he was in third year, same as me.
One day, he gave me a present wrapped in plaid paper. Everyone in the vicinity howled with laughter. “You do know that plaid is what Myrtle hates most?”
I looked around for him but he’d already disappeared. Hurt that he’d given me such a repulsive gift, I hurtled into the girls’ lavatories and flushed the package down the toilet.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |