A Poop * k8 * Another typical day at the ministry meant smiles and eagerness from Scottie Ferguson. Wasn't his job lovely lately? How exciting. Exciting was good. Wasn't it? His lunch break was approaching, and Scottie was looking forward to the wonderful sandwich he had packed. In fact, he was about to pass right through reception when the note reached it.
And he read it.
And the note was quickly turned to nothing more than thin air as he rushed toward where the receptionist was. He stopped rushing, though, when he saw Regina and merely smiiiiiiiled. "Hello there. We should get going then, yes?" He was casual as he headed toward the corridor beyond. They should hurry, right? Scottie was panicked. His heart was all KLHFUFUIHEFIUHFIHFIUH but he was acting as if they had a lunch date or something you know like maybe one day that could happen ahem BUT NOW WAS NOT THE TIME.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |