 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Chaos. Absolute, utter, CHAOS had erupted at the Gryffindor table.
Just as Jack was about to remind Torin that Bunbury was NOT his girlfriend, that little terror Cam Karsten came over with his MOONCALF POO and started stomping around on the table. Mashed potatoes flew out from where he stomped, getting the Quidditch captain square in the face (and right over the bruise that said Slytherin had given him earlier) before some pudding landed on his pants.
IT WAS A MAD HOUSE IN HERE!
Some other little kid, whose face Jack recognzied but whose name, he could not remember, had joined Cam as well, screaming and crashing all over the place.
"What in the name of MERLIN?!" Jack exclaimed. Oh lordy, he was going to faint, this was all just TOO MUCH for him! He let out a sigh of relief as Lawson, the oh-so-great Defense teacher, came over and put the boys in their place. For now, at least.
Probably not a good idea to chuck any more rolls at Torin with him around. Nooooope. Instead he rolled his eyes and looked for his wand to get rid of the stains forming on his pants at the moment.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |