-hastily thrown in the direction of anyone who cares-

Will give 10 galleons to anyone who gets up in the middle of Moody's lecture and promptly removes all clothing then casually walks out. Ten galleons. Money for good booze.

( In which Kingsley and Fabian go for a run and talk about -ahem- MAN THINGS. )

( six notes, a possible neglect case and not a small amount of pining )

Gid.

His eye is spinning. I think he can see into my brain. Good thing I'm too scared to think about Caradoc this morning. Har-har.

Kings.

title: You Are Very Tragic
summary: A Kingsley and Caradoc interlude!
word count: 382

( You Are Very Tragic )

( Wasted Coffee a.k.a Boys Will Be Boys )

( A sheepish explanation )

( coffee spills, ties, etc )

( The macaw left before he could stop himself from sending the letter... )

( one miffed and elated letter )