 A Poop * k8 *
Scottie thought of himself as a very smart guy. So he was confused by his own confusion the more Fletcher spoke.
WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!
.....
"Oh oh. Oh." He looked down at the pin again. "So...this is...for me. And for...others like me. Or eventually...anyone else like me. That you need favors from." He was trying to be vague but also get his point across. Scottie had thought Fletcher was trying to warn him that the pins were soon to come with Bain Goldwasser heading some major new policies, but he was sure Fletcher was getting at a secret...group. Wearing these pins???? The good guys. The good ones.
Right?
Without hesitation, Scottie pinned it to his shirt collar peeking out through his robes. "I'm up for it, sir. I am." He saluted again. "I will do my best not to disappoint you!" He looked down at the pin glistening there. "But won't I seem suspicious just waltzing around with this weird pin?"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |