he’s watching the quidditch match. go , go , gryffindor !
steps back. he doesn’t want the germs.
My baAAAAACHOOOOO —was that a little flame—
is this school a biohazard? why is everyone sick?
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭? 𝐰𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 , 𝐦𝐮𝐦. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
. . slowly walking backwards. he’s just gonna-
I TENDED TO THE BLOODY CREATURES TEN HOURS. ALL I WANT IS ALISTAIR AND THE MOTHERFUCKER IS JUST FLYING AROUND. —someone just mumbled “CEO of angry”. She turns— IM FUCKING TIRED, SID. WHAT CUDDLES DID YOU HAVE TODAY? I HAD NOTHING. 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮
last i saw him, he was out on the pitch
Where the actual fuck is Alistair
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑨 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. ☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐑𝐞𝐠 𝐉𝐑) ☆ 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 written by #𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒂
furrows his brows. okay. not his business.
—don’t mind her, she’s walking around like a zombie—
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 v͟e͟r͟s͟a͟i͟l͟l͟e͟s͟ .⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 , 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬—- 𝐢𝐭 d͟e͟e͟p̲e͟n͟s͟. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ’𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀