 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
What an experience.
Sabel ran a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh and then scrubbed his face, hoping that he wouldn't trip on his feet. Combined with a bad sleep last night and the numerous excited people, he felt more drained than he had when he woke up.
Ambling over to the Gryffindor table with Chaucer's arm strangely hooked in his, he gave Raiden a small smile. "Thanks by the way. You have good timing." |