 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
As Gunnar stepped into the dueling arena, he wondered if they'd be having Potions class in here for the remainder of the term. Or at least until the mist was taken care of, because hopefully that would be any day now, right? All this displacement was just weird and unsettling, and while he could relate to Professor Noble's plight, he still liked to use the dueling arena for what it was actually intended and he hoped that wouldn't come to an end.
He gave an acknowledging nod to the professor as he passed him and went to find a seat. Uh. Just where he was supposed to sit, he was unsure with no chairs in the room. But he waited over by one of the tables on the opposite wall, giving a bored look to the cloth covering some sort of objects, and waited for further instructions.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |