 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tino sidled in next to a Weasley on a fairly empty bench. It was probably the only time he'd been early to anything in his entire life. Ah well, there was a first time for everything, right? And youth was certainly a time for changing and transmutation. . . or was that transformation. . .?
"Hey," he waved. "Elizabeth, right? And. . . Weasley." Of course that wasn't his first name. But it was all that really needed to be known. "Geez, where is everyone? OWLs and NEWTs and finals ended ages ago. Maybe they're all dead." He leaned in close to inspect the Ravenclaw girl's uniform. Weasley was right, it was gone.
"Did you drop it?," Tino asked, and without waiting for a response, got down on his hands and knees and started looking underneath the table.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |