 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Fletcher sat, like the well-trained boy he was. He squished in closer to the cushion and awkwardly let his long legs hang off the side of the ledge. This was just... cozy.
"Oh, oh yeah," he nodded several times and plumped a cushion behind his back. Immediately his mind went to the 'intensive therapy' he had needed after the first task. Perhaps Neptune would be able to help as well? "It was just so stressful, you know, fighting off a giant cockatrice single-handed. I'm just lucky I wasn't injured during the last round... I think........"
He was just waiting for Awesome Bott to ask for more details on the tournament. Of course she'd want to know alllll about it. And of course he would want to share, because in Fletcher's version of the story... Raiden and Noel hadn't even been present at the Third Task, and he had narrowly escaped certain death only about a hundred times.
Egotistical much?
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