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Week Name/Date/Time: 'This is Rather Not Good"/Weds. September 27th/ 8:27 am
Location: 6th Year Slytherin Boys Dorm
Open to: Brinley
Currently Involving: His boo.
He didn't know what to do. Utter shock failed him.
Brinley couldn't kill someone. Never. Never in a million years would Illiad believe it. Brinley was warm and tender and loving! Well. When he wanted to be.
It just didn't make any sense at all! And the fact that it didn't make sense (or that it very well DID made Illiad sick to his stomach). Not to mention that foul Andrew Frazer... Illiad would have something in store for him for breaking his vow. Later.
He pulled Brinley into his dorm room, finding it mercifully empty. Thank God. Thank everything in existance! But where did they go from here? What could he say to Brinley? Was there a right way to go about doing this?
He left Brinley at the door, then went and sat down at his own bed, thinking hard as he stared at the floor. A single tear dripped from the corner of his eye and trailed down his cheek.
"You...you couldn't have... you didn't..." he mumbled, shutting his eyes.
His Brinley was not a murderer.
Location: 6th Year Slytherin Boys Dorm
Open to: Brinley
Currently Involving: His boo.
He didn't know what to do. Utter shock failed him.
Brinley couldn't kill someone. Never. Never in a million years would Illiad believe it. Brinley was warm and tender and loving! Well. When he wanted to be.
It just didn't make any sense at all! And the fact that it didn't make sense (or that it very well DID made Illiad sick to his stomach). Not to mention that foul Andrew Frazer... Illiad would have something in store for him for breaking his vow. Later.
He pulled Brinley into his dorm room, finding it mercifully empty. Thank God. Thank everything in existance! But where did they go from here? What could he say to Brinley? Was there a right way to go about doing this?
He left Brinley at the door, then went and sat down at his own bed, thinking hard as he stared at the floor. A single tear dripped from the corner of his eye and trailed down his cheek.
"You...you couldn't have... you didn't..." he mumbled, shutting his eyes.
His Brinley was not a murderer.