@loonygxxd asked: hey can you hear me?
HE OFTEN HAD LIGHT-HEADED SPELLS, times where his INJURIES acted up. The Slytherin sat up, trying to steady himself, a hand PRESSED against the scar that snaked across his forehead. BLINKING a few times, Colton squinted up at the girl standing above him.
“Oh, uh... Y-- Yeah.” He slowly stands, brushing off his robes and running a hand through his dark hair. “Th-- Thanks, um... That, uh... h-happens every n-- now and then.”











