 points if you get this reference xD Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Fletcher was....... lost. Lost in a sea of pillows amidst flailing limbs and screaming teenagers. His hair was half-scrunched up on one side and he had a mysterious little scratch above one eye. He had been young like them, once, in half-remembered dream. Now he was just an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone.
Or the professor could announce that the pillow fight was Fletcher could recover from all the girls in the room that had attacked him. Hmmph. It wasn't fair that women had such an advantage over men when it came to pillow fights. They just like... they were more natural with the pillows! Pillow fights were one of those things they all did at slumber parties, right, like braid each other's hair and hide chocolate frogs in their brothers' beds.
"Bahhhh," the Hufflepuff grumped to himself, stomping over toward his buddy Salander with one feather-shedding pillow in tow. He came to a stop and dropped the pathetic pillow from his hand. "We need a strategy, mate. I'm just losing at this pillow war."
And Fletcher was a CHAMPION, not a LOSER.
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