「 𝐟𝐭. 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬. 」
bertie looked deep in thought; rare for her, but the illusion was ruined as soon as she spoke. ❛ — i’d definitely fuck flitwick, ❜ she said decisively as the train compartment door opened. ❛ — then marry mcgonagall and KILL slughorn. ❜ biting the head off a chocolate frog casually, she kicked up her feet and glanced up at the poor person who’d just entered their compartment at the wrong time. ❛ — what about YOU, huh ? flitwick, mcgonagall, slughorn. ❜











