 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Fifth year. Henry knew that meant OWLs this year and that he should be studying hard, but it was far too nice of a day for any of that. He could leave the studying for his weekly study group where it was difficult enough for him to focus anyway.
He brought his broom out to the courtyard with the intent on flying. It was a nice day for that, though he'd probably be as willing to fly in inclement weather as well. But first it would do his broom well to perform a little maintenance. Taking out his broom service kit, he began to clip some of the stray twigs at the end before he’d start polishing.
__________________ 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 |