 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar was tired and more than ready for the holiday break. And of course there were no chairs. He should have expected that, but maybe that was a good thing. He wouldn't be tempted to doze off during the lesson. And that was never a good thing with what Trent often threw at them.
"Good afternoon, Professor," Gunnar greeted the Headmaster with a polite smile before finding and empty spot off to the side where he could stand. Bubbles. Lulling them into a false sense of security, or...? He hardly dared their lesson would be anything so light.
__________________ 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 |