@generation-disaster
“Cartwright Senior,” Cappie’s frown turned instantly upside down at the sight of her predictably dry frame. He snapped his phone shut and sighed. “Ah, we gave the pledges a poll for tonight’s festivities. Harry Potter movie marathon or Bring It On cheer-a-thon. Just got word they went HP.” He gave Casey a look that said, I know, crazy, before gesturing to hold the umbrella above their heads for her. “Here, I’ll play Nameless Guy who holds the umbrella for the Queen... or are you more like the Pope?” The thoughtfulness that pulled down at the corners of his mouth were interrupted by a loud bout of thunder that shook the sky. “Sheesh. Wasn’t like this when I left the house. And it’s suspiciously twenty degrees colder on this block... Does Evie have a class around here right now?”













