#assignment: wands

[ixhadbadxdays]

◎ ((Hope this is ok! >_< ))

@little-molly-hooper

    John wasn’t complaining. He knew he needed the help and he didn’t want to go to Madam Pom. if he didn’t have to. It was a nasty cold with a fever, nothing more. What could she possibly do?

    But bless Molly. He owed her half a candy store for this.

    John pulled out his handkerchief, one that was self-washing, bless Sherlock for figuring that out, and blew as much crap out of his head as he possibly could. He now had soup, an extra blanket, and someone that cared, which was something John valued above all else.

[ixhadbadxdays]

Journal Entry, Assignment: Wands

xtogetherwefallapartx

   When things go wrong, things go really wrong.

  John had been knocked back a few steps, only to have something shoved into his hands before they ran off snickering. Glancing down, he found it to be McGonagall’s hat. Oh shit. Shit shit.

   His eyes shot up at the sound of her shouting and cursing something about teenagers. Oh shit. Her eyes met his and he held out her hat in a shaking hand, “I…they ran into me and…l-left it.”

   Sixth year or not, he was rightly terrified of her when she was mad.

   The hat was snatched away from him before she stormed off, leaving a silent hall of gawking students who quickly burst into laughter.

   “That could have been worse…”