 A Poop * k8 *
WHAT WAS HAPPENING. The normally mellow Cypress was disturbed by the occurrences. "What the fu--dge. Fudge," he glanced around. He was alone, but still. Didn't need his new boss to hear his sailor speak. He went over to the GIANT amortentia fountain...it looked bloody weird, and Cypress was leaning over it. He almost wanted to touch it, but knew better.
"What in the world is happening..." Was his potioneer buddy around?! "ADAM! Come hERE!"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |