 We. Are. Late. Super Slytherin Buddy || ⅓ She-Snake Trio || 'I taste like chocolate and potatoes'
Sullivan was late and he knew it. And usually it was his fault, but not this time. It wasn't like he was in a rush anyway, but a certain Hag woman had gotten a hold of him and gotten a hold of a few crystal balls. Sometimes you just have to teach creature women a lesson. A tipped over cart did just that.
And it helped Sully escape.
Dark sunglasses pressed up against his face, he arrived at the security check in, his eyes automatically landing on those Borr shirts. Really? REALLY?
Grumbling to himself, he took a few steps closer to the nearest available..check in person. "Sullivan Merivel."
He was on the list.
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