Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Drewett never really cared getting his hands dirty, but the wreck that was Hogwarts was something. With a single wipe of the glass window, the seventh year's nose scrunched. They were going to need more cloths to work through this mess. He was careful with his cleaning, opting to use every clean inch of the cloth he had.
When he heard Missa telling him that there was something incoming, the seventh year looked up in a burst of panic, saw the balled up paper soaring through the room, and ducked. His arms were over his head at that too. Eyes emoji. "I'm good! All safe," Drewett exclaimed. No paper smacking his face or anything.
And then he heard Nettie mention his name. He smiled at her and gave her a little wave. "Yes, hi, that's me. I'm Drew." As if nobody in the room knew that. Except the first years. Anyway. Yes. Carry on. Nothing to see here. Back to wiping the windows, yes.
__________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling... |