A Poop * k8 * Scottie was here, bright and early, an hour before he needed to be on duty elsewhere. He had a determined look in his eye, a confidence in his shoulders that had quite possibly not even been there yesterday. He fidgeted with the pin on his collar, but otherwise he looked completely and utterly put-together.
The security officer knocked and waited patiently. He wasn't even shaking. That was an overwhelmingly good sign.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |