 G1GGL3R! *giggles* My GarBear
Terry scrunched his nose in distaste as he twirled his fork in his mashed potatoes for the umpteenth time that night, flattening it into an inedible mush. A tiny sigh escaped his lips, and knelt his head again an arm upright on the table, feeling his gaze drift abouts the table.
Sitting alone in a mass of students out of which he didn't even recognise one was a completely foreign feeling. His stomach turned at the idea of traipsing over to find Miles or Hugo over at the Slytherin table. Hugo was most likely to be joined-at-the-hips by none other than a certain brunette, and a scene was the last thing on his mind right now. The only one other person he'd be able to stand right now would be Vannie. But the likelihood of her being with Miles probably meant they BOTH were at the Slyther----ARHKH. He needed to stop. ...NOW.
His gaze returned to his untouched food, and he pushed his plate away with a groan, chewing on his bottom lip. His fingers rubbed his temples slightly, trying to soothe his frazzled nerves. This really was going to be one long night. |