 A Poop * k8 *
Scottie had kept a low profile.
SO low in fact that he wasn't even sure he would show up to breakfast. And maybe he had shown up very late, looking frazzled at his last minute decision to come, but it seemed he either:
A. Should have stayed away due to the fountain suddenly doing THAT and making his stomach swell with bubbling and near crippling anxiety
or
B. DEFINITELY should have come because of the fountain suddenly doing THAT and he needed to STEP IN because Merlin forbid ANY remaining Alliance stuff continued to happen here at the ministry.
His wand drawn in the direction of the fountain, he looked around for, well, Fletchy.....but he had grown used to not seeing the man around. But it was his first instinct, always. His new instinct, now, was to look for Jake Upstead, his bossman.
He approached the fountain, wondering if the red......was, you know, blood.
Goldy was a vampire, after all.
And Scottie was not daft enough to stick anything iN the fountain.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |