jcnsvns:
“i’ll give you ten galleons right now if you go up to the head table and ask mcgonagall out on a date”
“fat chance. i’m not that strapped for gold, but i bet some fifth years would take you up on it.”
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jcnsvns:
“i’ll give you ten galleons right now if you go up to the head table and ask mcgonagall out on a date”
“fat chance. i’m not that strapped for gold, but i bet some fifth years would take you up on it.”
testimcnials:
FRUSTRATION danced around Olivia’s face. It showed itself in her furrowed eyebrows and the unhappy biting of her bottom lip. Why did things have to be so difficult? She pondered as she stared at the weekly reading for Potions class. “Help…” she said softly, looking at her partner with uncertainty, almost in tears. Who knew 7th years had it so hard?
“you not one much for potions, ‘m guessin’?” will raised an eyebrow. “‘s not so bad. just break it into sections and make notes on your parchment as you go,” he suggested, motioning to his own notes down his parchment. schoolwork had always come naturally to the ravenclaw, but he knew that wasn’t the case for everyone. “you’ve got time, don’t worry.”
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?”
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