maeve!
Laying sprawled out on a sofa in the Ravenclaw common room, Andy heard a few words which hadn't even entered his mind.
The Ball.
Shit.
Sitting up, he attempted to think furiously. Or something like that.
Should he go?
Probably
Did he have a date?
Not that he was aware of
Could he get one?
Probably
Did he have a tux?
Not that he was aware of
All these questions raged, and he figured he should probably do something about at least one of them.
Picking up a piece of parchment, he quickly wrote out
Maeve,
Got a date for the ball?
Andy
before tying said letter to an owl's leg and tossing it out a window.
The Ball.
Shit.
Sitting up, he attempted to think furiously. Or something like that.
Should he go?
Probably
Did he have a date?
Not that he was aware of
Could he get one?
Probably
Did he have a tux?
Not that he was aware of
All these questions raged, and he figured he should probably do something about at least one of them.
Picking up a piece of parchment, he quickly wrote out
Maeve,
Got a date for the ball?
Andy
before tying said letter to an owl's leg and tossing it out a window.