 Idris Grunt :: Gryffindor ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Idris was not his usually bouncy self presently. At least not physically. Why? He was busy reading an article in one of the tabloids - which wasn’t something he didn’t usually engross himself in - but said article involved his big brother. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “They can’t be at the zenith of their publishing career if they put out such silliness,’’ he said to Paul and Nessy as they approached the Sanctuary. “Jan always focuses on his games,’’ he continued indignantly. “He just happens to put an equal amount of attention on his hair. Maybe the writer of this article is just jealous they haven’t got fabulous hair as Jan’s.” Id folded the papers then stuffed it into his bag. Nes rubbed against his feet, alleviating some of his annoyance. His furbaby was always thoughtful.
The rest of that annoyance evaporated the moment he stepped into the sanctuary. The warmth, the mats and quilts, the general comfort of being there… the Gryffindor couldn’t help but do a happy bounce. “Hi, Professor!’’ Did Menon know that he was one of his absolute most favourite professors? Along with Dad E and Dad D, yep. “Oh! Nessy wanted to say hi, too!” Hence, the reason the pink kneazle-cat had tagged along. As if on cue, Nessy weaved in and out of Menon’s feet before zooming off to… wherever he wanted to be. And with that, Iddy bounded off to find a seat with his Paully.
Last edited by FearlessLeader19; 06-21-2026 at 10:42 PM.
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