thomasavcry:
WHO: Thomas Avery & anyone WHERE: A hallway on the first floor WHEN: Sometime in March, 1978
“Yes, I do agree – goblins are far too intelligent to only be working the economy.” Thomas nodded, knowing fully well he was speaking out of his arse. He regretted talking to this fifth-year girl – she had such a pretty face, he couldn’t help it, but Merlin, was she boring. He reached a hand out to the person passing by him. “Oi! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how are you doing?” Thomas wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the person, waving at the fifth-year as he continued walking with the person.
Rita had just placed the finishing touches on the weekly edition of the school paper, and was content to be on her way to the Great Hall to gather more information, when a familiar voice - and hand - stopped her in her tracks. “Thomas!” She exclaimed happily, before noticing the now disappearing fifth year they were leaving behind. Looking over at her new companion, she grinned, but raised a brow. “Thomas Avery what on earth were you doing with Norah Prescott? She hardly seems like your usual company.”











