 A Poop * k8 *
The meeting with Goldwasser had gone well. He made his way to the lifts since he had patrols to do, and he kept his tread steady. As soon as he stepped into the lift and the doors closed, he sliiiiiid down to his bottom, his heart quickening its pace as he thought he was going to pass out.
I bloody did it - oh my god -
His heavy breathing did not slow down. His heart began to hurt. Was he DYING?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |