 A Poop * k8 *
Ember had arrived with her HUSBAND, ahem, Dmitry, but alas, she had lost him. Pity, too, because she was in such a dancing mood. She was going to just...dance without him???? Doing littles twists here and there, Ember was glad she had decided on flats because WOW her feet would have hurt a LOOOTTTTTTT right now.
Dance first, EAT LATER. Or maybe she could mosey on over and get some FOOD and DANCE WHILE EATING because that was the healthiest thing she could have done, right? Maybe not.
Maybe.
She was hyper. She was hyper as hyper COULD BE.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |