 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar was usually pleased when he wasn't required to attend late night Astronomy lessons. Not that he didn't like observing the night sky or constellations, it was just that he normally had early mornings and that did not typically go well with late lessons. And so he entered the room with a smile as he greeted the professor.
"Hello, Professor Sandhu." Now, where to sit? He adjusted the strap of his school bag on his shoulder and took the nearest unoccupied seat towards the back. His eyes soon landed on the bottle labeled do not drink and he had to stifle a laugh. Did Sandhu really think he'd just drink some random, unidentified liquid?
__________________ 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 |