 Idris Grunt :: Gryffindor ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Woops!
Apologies, Professor! Id could not help but be wildly and loudly affectionate about all the things in life. Or most of them. The time he and Paul had briefly been apart certainly failed to be categorised in the former. “That’s me,’’ he confirmed brightly. Cox being unimpressed and by his extension, the tone of his voice were not anything that bothered Id. He understood all too well that everyone were who they were. “I sure did! I think I brought double the amount of enthusiasm.'' The Gryffindor paused thoughtfully. “You know, to ensure there’s enough to go around for both subjects.” He was not sassing the man, by the way; simply expressing the truth. Stupor? Nope, he wouldn’t want that! “I’ll try not to, Professor!”
Id now had his books and writing apparatus ready for the lesson, and was watching his classmates file in. Rory got a huge grin; how could she not? Then the classroom’s door was shutting which meant the lesson was beginning. Indeed the fifth year was very familiar with the Elder Futhark; learning about it had been one of his best Hogwarts memories. All the same, he diligently scribbled notes as Cox spoke. Jan would be proud of him on this matter.
The Gryffindor carefully considered the question before lifting a hand. “The Fire Making Spell, Incendio. We can use it to light our burners but evil witches and wizards have used the spell in the past to set structures on fire, and probably even to harm or threaten others to do their bidding.” The thought about the latter upset and saddened Id, and his face reflected it. |