 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Claiming the first place in the room as soon as setting eyes on it, Milo chose to squat on the chair instead of sitting - or kneeling, which was his other preferred mode of chair-residence. Often his feet would slip and slide all over the place when he did this, but enough of his socks had small holes worn through the soles that sometimes, like today, that wasn't a problem. He had traction, fraction, abstraction.
"Sticks and stones," Milo said, in lieu of any greeting, blinking hard at the small, smooth, off-white objects he held in his fingers, which upon close inspection would prove to be kneazle canines. "And teeth and bones." He gave little consideration to the large tarp-covered object - it would be uncovered soon enough - and less to the people(?) around him, but he was, at least, aware that the classroom he had just entered was the Muggle Studies one.
There was a pause, and Milo glanced up at the professor at the front, eyelids fluttering as though in a sudden bright light, and back to the teeth. Yes, Muggle Studies. |