 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tag did his best to ignore Marco's chauvanistic parading, much like he tried to ignore him on the Quidditch pitch. He was obviously insecure in his masculinity. Tag, on the other hand, preferred to keep the color (and pattern) of his underpants to only those closest to him. Namely, the hedgehog, the rat, and the jarvey.
"One, two, three, protego," Tag counted with the rest of them, casting up his shield. It was a simple spell compared with conjuring, but he was wondering how Professor Clark planned to keep it permanent. Or were they going to stand here with the shield up until the potions were ready? After all this catching-and-holding-and-escaping, Tag was beginning to doubt the existence of the potions altogether. This was all just a cruel plot to make him want to own a monkey.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |