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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Know what this reminded him of? S.O.R.E. What had Eiji done back then? He had absolutely skipped and simply brewed the appropriate boil pastes after the fact to deal with the side effects. Did Eiji have every intention of doing that again? Absolutely. Was he able to? Absolutely not and that was all because one Nina Castillo wouldn't permit it.
So, begrudgingly, the fifth year had dragged himself out of the broom closet and down to the rose garden that he had already become acquainted with previously. The proof? Just take a look at his black eye that he HAD been brewing a bruise paste for in the common room before Nina had interrupted him and forced him to come here and participate. How was he supposed to know that the simple desire of collecting petals and thorns for his organic ingredients storage would result in a floral assault?
To no one's surprise, Eiji Rasting hated everything.
Greeting precisely no one, the Slytherin took to a spot in the back of the crowd along the perimeter of everyone and side-eyed the rose bush nearby that he was SURE somehow remembered him based on the way it was swaying. Rolling his eyes, he stretched his long and gangly limbs a bit. His long sleeve shirt and tracksuit bottoms were a bit...shorter than he recalled them. Must have had a bit of a growth spurt.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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