 Join us! We have moreee cans ^_^ ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Aretha gripped her book tighly by the strap which was strung over her right shoulder. Biting her lower lip, she paused at a distance from the tent to survey the surroundings. She mostly cared about professors milling about; more precisely, Scrimegour and his stupid minions. Seeing no one around, the sixth year took more steps until she was closer to the tent. You can bet that she had waited until Petrov was away to come here.
Aretha lowered her bag, unzipped it and reached into it. From it emitted soft clanking- the sound of cans being knocked about. A second later, a can of spray paint came away in her neatly manicured hands. A small, evil smile graced her pretty face.
Defacing the stupid tent?
Count her in.
Aretha crept forward until she was right in front of it. Knowing that she possibly didn't have much time, rather rude and obnoxious words were started to get drawn in large letters. |