 A Poop * k8 *
Paul Myers, donning a poncho with ample flexibility for this occasion, had arrived as soon as he heard the broadcast. The white-haired man's eyes were an angry, steely grey as he brandished his wand, stone-faced, heading toward where he thought he'd be needed.
He hadn't thought this is what would bring him back to Hogwarts. Hadn't been back in all this time, and yet....he was here. Defending it, defending them. Even the students now, who didn't know him, he felt like he still owed them their education, their lives. His young grand-nieces were here, too, and he couldn't possibly leave them to the wayside. His sister was off at another part of the school, and he had seen some old, familiar faces. Airey, Lep, Josephina.
But he heard the tail end of the Alliance woman's order at a child to kill Cassie. "None of you are killing my people today," Paul said, his wand raised at the woman. "Your audacity, calling anyone a goon, when in fact, you're one yourself, m'dear," he clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock disappointment.
FULGARI! he sent the nonverbal her way.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |