 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
There was something about wanting to hear false hope sometimes. Drewett had kind of wished Missa would give him hope, that they didn't have to officially abandon the castle for the remainder of their years in school. That they'd still be able to come back next term on their thestral-drawn carriages. But he knew better. Nothing ever ended well with false hope, not in Drewett's experience. "Almost seems like this mist is invincible...." The fifth year trailed off. Did that mean...the ministry people couldn't do anything about it?
His stomach lurched just thinking about the entire thing.
And then it lurched again when he felt a tug on his robes from behind.
At the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't anything threatening but like any Drewett Gunter, the fifth year's eyes widened a little as he looked to his back. He let out a relieved sigh afterwards. It was good to see Nettie here and safe too. "Hi," he sheepishly said. Sorry. Didn't mean to react that way.
Maybe at some point, he'd excuse himself to lag behind and walk with Evan. Maybe hold her hand in the dark. Actually, that wasn't a maybe. He wasn't the needy type (narrator: he was the needy type) but he could really use some hand holding given the circumstances.
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