^__^ A Poop * k8 *
The sun was shining, white clouds fluffed about in the sky, and there was a slight wind. It was approaching fall, so of course it was slightly cool but nothing Paul couldn't handle. He had a light sweater draped around his shoulders. He was just checking on the Willow was all.
She looked fine. Or He. He wasn't sure. IT. IT looked fine. Students were milling about, and he often wondered why so many were attracted to spots so near the violent tree. At least none of them were too near the tree.
In hindsight, he really should have brought Zelda out for a walk.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |