 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
He picked up his pheasant feather quill and dipped it in his inkwell, writing their appointment into his schedule with neat deliberate strokes. "Then I'll meet you at 7pm in the laboratory," he spoke as he lightly fanned the ink dry. "Bring your wand, textbook, quill and parchment. I'll provide the cauldron and ingredients."
Was there anything else? Or could he enjoy his coffee now?
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