 Sitting with Rooney, Olly, Char Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
"Morning Professor." Blaise greeted the very moment he'd entered the classroom. It was best to get that out of the way before he forgot now that most his attention was spent manually documenting things with a regular quill and notepad.
The moment he could, he was ordering himself another quick quotes quill. His parents wouldn't have to know and he could bury it (safely) at the bottom of his trunk when he went home for the Christmas. This...this....NOT having his quill and notepad floating along behind him had long ago made him uncomfortable and coping mechanisms sucked.
It was after his greeting that he realized two things. One: There was arranged seating. Two: He was not at the same table as Davie and could only wave to the boy as he walked by. The three was very close behind when he realized who WAS at his table. This was not his year at all. Of all the people to be assigned to sit next t--OHAI OLLY!
Well that wasn't so bad then. Blaise headed over to the table, finding it wasn't nearly as hard to smile NOW and it looked like Char was sitting there too! He grinned at them both, pretending Rooney wasn't sitting there AT ALL because the boy was down right mean and for no reason Blaise could fathom either. He just...woke up one day and decided Blaise Bellaire was not a name he particularly liked. Clearly.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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