A Poop * k8 *
IT. WAS. TIME.
Paul was a nervous wreck. Please be careful students, PLEASE. He took a seat right next to Regina. Let the nail biting commence! "I can't watch, Regina," he whispered. "This is too nerve-wracking. Why did we agree to this?!" he was still whispering. "Reed is on call, yes?" He better be! And whoever the hell was the Ilvermorny Healer? YOU TOO.
pAUL. WAS. NOT. READY.
Teddy. Brent. Etta. Carl. Levi. Dora. Cassie. Mason. The names rolled over in his head, and he just hoped they'd all be okay. The Ilvermorny students, too! "I need a snack. Oh, I need twenty snacks. I can't watch. Regina." Paul put his hand over his eyes and stood up once more. "What do you want to eat, milady?" he asked. Her tacos smelled good. He wanted food. GOOD LORD ARTHUR HE WANTED FOOD. His nerves.
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__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |