 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Potions was quickly becoming one of Gunnar's favorite classes, and it wasn't just because it was so close to his common room that he could literally roll out of bed just minutes before class was supposed to start and still make it on time without getting lost. He also got the chance to use some gross and creepy and intriguing ingredients to make some really cool things.
Even though he hadn't been up for long, the first year was wide awake, dressed in a clean uniform and carrying his supplies, as he headed into the classroom. Oh! Had he been lingering in the doorway? He certainly didn't mean to and quickly slipped inside as he heard the professor's gruff instructions.
"Yes, sir... morning," he added the last as a mumbled afterthought. Rearranging the supplies in his arms so he could better carry a pumpkin as well, he grabbed one of the gourds and made his way to a seat somewhat in the middle of the room. What cool thing would they be doing today??
__________________ 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 |