 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
Clifford was NOT happy. Not happy in the slightest. Nuh uh.
SOMEONE had completely raided his supply of goodies and left him with one single, crappy, ruddy measly sugar quill. ONE sugar quill is what he had left from what had looked like a years supply of collecting sweeties. GRRRR!
... when he found out who had done that.
Seeing as he didn't have the supplies to fill up his stomach in the common room, the sixth year found himself marching down the kitchen corridor. The house elves were nice.. they'd have to make him cookies. Hmpf.
He was so keen on getting his cookies and getting out of there already, that he stormed right past a familiar looking Ravenclaw. ... except they weren't a Ravenclaw. Well, not normally anyway.
"Ellie?" He asked, skidding to a halt, head tilting to one side in confusion. "Did you switch houses?"
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