 YAY! a class taugh in Aussie time!! Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Patroclus walked into the classroom, he noted that he was one of the first few to arrive. Also there was no one he was very close to, so he found a seat, and took out his parchment and quill.
Whilst waiting he decided to doodle on a scarp piece of parchment he had in his robe pocket. At his roaming hand, lines formed leaves, that formed trees that morphed into the hair of a brown eyed girl staring up at him. |