Marco strolled in. His hair was disorganised. His shirt was probably buttoned up wrong. He couldn't find his bag. He just seemed a mess. He ran his hands through his hair, Was I meant to read something for this lesson? Or do some work? He had hardly slept the past few nights. His NEWTs were fast approaching and he needed to pass.
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all
Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |