 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar had jogged to the pitch in an attempt to stay relatively warm. Even though it was freezing today, he still relished outdoor classes and he figured once they got moving and in the air, he wouldn't feel quite so cold.
Would they be doing something Quidditch related for class today? Gunnar didn't feel like he needed this class, but he enjoyed flying and why not fit something fun in his schedule? And it appeared that the former Quidditch player would not disappoint as Gunnar noticed him with a quaffle in the air. Although he preferred the bludgers, it appeared that class would be a good time today.
Noting those already present, including some already in the air, Gunnar spent a few minutes stretching before hopping onto his broom and taking flight himself.
__________________ 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 |