Anyone and everyone welcomed to join him! A Poop * k8 *
Well goodness.
As he stared up at the Whomping Willow, supplies in tow, Paul took a deep breath. It was....it was going to be a bit of an adventure, trimming her up. Or him. Or whatever...the tree was. Technically both, though. Before Paul could dawdle on overthinking the reproduction of trees, he needed to.....get to it.
Erm.
This would be hard alone .___. He should have asked Justin or...James for help. Granted, James would have probably let the Willow hit Paul around like he was a bludge in a Quidditch match. At least he would have gotten out of doing THIS. But the tree had really gone far too long and needed a good pruning and maybe even....some bark examination....
UGH. "Well, Willow. You're looking quite lovely today," he said, shoving his hand in his pocket to grab his wand.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |