School Supplies: #26 Quill

Wasn’t it the way? It seemed like every time Tonks went to start on her Potions essay, the nib on her quill would snap. She had completely run through every quill in her possession, as well as a good half of Charlie’s, and the essay was only a sentence long.

“Charlie,” she hissed, showing him the woebegone quill with dangling barbs and missing nib. He ignored her. Ignored her!

“CHARLIE,” Tonks waved the quill at him, and he glared at her.

“TONKS. I’m not giving you another. You’re a menace.”

Ouch. She slid down in her chair. “I hate you.”