 A Poop * k8 *
"NoooOOooo," he half whined. "They PROVIDE the stuff to change into. Eviiieeeee, it'll be fun!" he said with a BEGGING tone. But he didn't expect for Evie to oblige him, really. She looked too nice. Like...REALLY nice. He thought that HE himself looked nice, too. And maaaaaybe there was a very specific reason why he had looked dazzling tonight, who knew???? "Now...you say it back to me, go on," he mock!coached, smirking and winking at her as he did so.
He thought the ball was oddly shaped; he had never seen one quite like it! It was...ovally? And he tried to hold it the way one was supposed to. He had looked it all up as soon as Evie informed him of the event. "I think I'm holding it right---" he said more to himself than to Evie, his fingertips nudging the center point of one side of the ball, his thumb on the edge. He brought it to his nose and took a deeeeeeep sniff. "It smells...amazing---SMELL--" and he shoved it in Evie's face.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |