KIRAN KHAN.
Emersing from the water like the Greek God he thought he was, Kiran flipped back his black hair, and strutted out of the bath as he ran a hand over his torso, feeling his own chiseled abs. He had to remind himself not everything was bad. “Woiiiii, look who it is,” he greeted the person nearest to him, anything for a distraction. “You got a wand on you? Manz proper fucked it,” He said, pressing the ball of his palm against the deep cut above his eyebrow; the downsides of pissing around with Atlas Krum.
“At times like this, I’ve never been so happy to be gay in my goddamn life -- -- I do have a wand on me but I do have a few words that you’re gonna hear first,” Mary squared her shoulders, making sure to stare daggers into Kiran’s eyes. “I don’t have a f u c k i n g clue what is going on, but you and Lance need to stop treating Reggie like shit. Yeah, BOTH of you have been equally shitty to her and mate, it’s downright u g l y. I don’t know whatever beef if going on between you and Lance is making you both be a ton of shitty dicks towards Reg, but it stops now. Yeah?? ”