 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
It was the first time Idris had ever remotely gotten into trouble. Not even his excessive {and sometimes dangerous and obsessive} love for cats, kneazles and kneazle cats had gotten him into any such thing. But the Gryffindor was not at all put off at the prospect of it! No, Sir! In fact, he was looking at this as another adventure, one which he was eager to see how it would play out.
So, after pecking Paully on the cheek and giving Nesquik a squish, Id made his way to the Potions Storeroom dressed in the required attire. He usually kept old robes for the purpose of practical Herbology lessons. This one was short for his lanky frame so one could see his white trainers quite clearly. There was a spring in his steps; it couldn’t be helped. Not many things kept his happiness and energy levels down for an extended time. However, as he approached the storeroom, he attempted to tone down the bounciness. “Hello, Professor!”
And because Idris was Idris…
Bounce.
Yes, that was a bounce on the soles of his feet. |