 anyone?? A Poop * k8 *
Hellllllo, English Ministry. Cypress Macnair was here. CY. PRESS. MAC. NAIR. Fixing his suit jacket and looking down to make sure his new COOL AS HECKLE shoes were spotless. Merlin, this was cool. Being in the real world? Having a real job? The twenty-two year old felt like an adult, even if he had been one for years now, this was too legit to **** YA?
He wanted to dance. Ladies? Dudes? ANYONE? Booty bump time would arrive soon!
Wiggling between people at the buffet table, he cut in line because....well was a line REALLY necessary? Hmph.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |