 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Suddenly and without reason, handkerchiefs were being pressed into his hands. Tino accepted each token with a look of surprise. Well! He'd never received gifts from the ladies before! Or. . . a professor. He gave Lawson a wary glance. He hoped the man knew that a knight of valor such as himself preferred to fight for the honour of a lady in distress. . .
Oh. Hmm. There appeared to be something leaking from his face. Brain lubricant? That stupid Slytherin, and her elbow. He wasn't quite convinced that the collision had been an 'accident'. Tino dabbed at his nose carefully, and realized that he was also sporting a dark liquid of some kind. Hmm. How unusual. And now his quill was broken, too.
Tino leaned over towards Issy. "Fairest damsel, may I borrow your glue?"
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |