❛ oh, come ON. it’s the first night. we’re basically REQUIRED to break curfew. i stole some FIREWHISKEY from some sixth year gryffindor. ❜
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❛ oh, come ON. it’s the first night. we’re basically REQUIRED to break curfew. i stole some FIREWHISKEY from some sixth year gryffindor. ❜
laurel had just finished showing some stray first years to the great hall and, turning around, bumped into someone. before realising who it was, she had already snapped out a sharp “ watch it ” and an icy glare.
❛ isn’t that against the RULES ? ❜
an apple bounces up and down from william’s hand; it never touches his hand, though, as he’s charmed it to levitate. a pointless thing, really, but he’s missed magic quite a bit, considering the summer holidays he spent home in scotland. it extends a little further each time, like a ball now-- he’s having slightly too much fun greeting everyone ( waves, hellos, winks alike ) in the hall to realize he’s let it get just a touch too far away, and the fruit has almost knocked into someone. william realizes at the last second and draws it back to him, an apologetic smile already crossing his lips. “sorry abit that,” he remarks, raising a hand. “you could say i got a bit carried away.” his lips twitch with amusement at his slight jest. “long time no see, though. ‘ow’re you?”