 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Feeling sick to his stomach with worry, Patroclus made his way into the Arthimancy classroom.
There on his desk was the paper of doom.
The boy felt on the edge of either tears or vomit, he could not tell. He was definitely not looking forward to this exam, no matter how much he studied, the numbers were just not sticking. All he could do was his best....right?.....
Turning the page over, he was lost for words.......... |