miss walburga
Walburga sat back as her eyebrow arch and arms crossed in front of her chest.  âYeah, thatâs not going to do it for me.â She needed more than simply just helping out a fellow housemate, pureblood or not. âNo, of course not. Potions isnât my subject anyways. I prefer charms, honestly.â Her head tilted forward as she looked at Sloan. âOf course itâs bound to happen, but how soon is it bound to happen?âÂ
Unlike Walburga, she didnât have the suspicious look on her face, but rather an amusement smile plastered on her lips. âSeeââ more reasons to remember what the fuck was happening in Potions in the fifth year. You are taking your exams, right?â She questioned, putting both feet over the coffee table and crossing her ankles together. âWho knows? Is there another hot Black other than you I should meet?â She teased.











