Cy was mad again, well, he still DID have that chip on his shoulder. The Aussie was going down to the common room when those ‘hot shot prefects’ told him and everyone else to high tail it back to the Great Hall. Flooding and stuff like that… he didn’t really give a wallaby’s butt about some bloody water? Whats the whole big deal?
Cyrus just didn’t understand the danger.
So he sat at the Hufflepuff table with his little pocket knife in hand, trying to subtly carve his name in the bench inbetween his legs.
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