But pink and silver just went so well together
Who: Gryffindor's golden boy and Professor Adnan
When: October 20th- After the match
Where: Professor Adnan's office
What: At one point or another Alfred had to get his punishment for turning the Slytherin Common Room into the next set of Mean Girls
It was completely silent in the hallways as Alfred made his way towards Professor Adnan's office, dragging his feet, completely off the high the victory the Quidditch game had brought. He was now thoroughly down and subdued. He'd had to go right by the Gryffindor celebrations, grab clean robes and leave without even getting a taste of butterbeer. Usually he'd skip out and reschedule, even take the extra punishments but he couldn't get into anymore trouble or he'd risk missing the final game.
So for now he'd just have to grit his teeth and be a man about it.
He reached the professor's office and straightened out his robes and bag, quietly knocking on the door, hearing the call of admittance and carefully pushing the door inside, bowing his head at the detested teacher, "Good evening Professor," he murmured, offering a smile. This didn't have to be a completely painful experience, right?
Carefully, he presented himself in front of the dark-skinned man, one hand in the pocket of his pants, the other curled right around the strap of his bag, clutching it, the only sign at all that he wasn't as calm as his warm smile let on.
When: October 20th- After the match
Where: Professor Adnan's office
What: At one point or another Alfred had to get his punishment for turning the Slytherin Common Room into the next set of Mean Girls
It was completely silent in the hallways as Alfred made his way towards Professor Adnan's office, dragging his feet, completely off the high the victory the Quidditch game had brought. He was now thoroughly down and subdued. He'd had to go right by the Gryffindor celebrations, grab clean robes and leave without even getting a taste of butterbeer. Usually he'd skip out and reschedule, even take the extra punishments but he couldn't get into anymore trouble or he'd risk missing the final game.
So for now he'd just have to grit his teeth and be a man about it.
He reached the professor's office and straightened out his robes and bag, quietly knocking on the door, hearing the call of admittance and carefully pushing the door inside, bowing his head at the detested teacher, "Good evening Professor," he murmured, offering a smile. This didn't have to be a completely painful experience, right?
Carefully, he presented himself in front of the dark-skinned man, one hand in the pocket of his pants, the other curled right around the strap of his bag, clutching it, the only sign at all that he wasn't as calm as his warm smile let on.