pans, ;)
Things were far too weird with Potter gone. They were highly enjoyable, but nonetheless, weird. He was so used to seeing the black-haired boy angsting about that Cormac felt downright off when in the Common Room. Pushing his bag away, he decided that he'd risk a walk to the Library. Curfew wasn't for a little bit, and he'd been meaning to take out a book that Gosford has recomended to him.
Pulling his robes on, and pushing his hands in his pockets, he nodded off to Katie, and then made his way out of the Common Room. As he ignored the Fat Lady's strange looks, he shuffled on. He had been wearing a black knit cap religiously since the hex had occured. He wasn't completely bald, but it was a tragic Donald Trump image. Soon he found himself in front of the double doors leading into the grand room. As he noticed who was outside of them, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Pulling his robes on, and pushing his hands in his pockets, he nodded off to Katie, and then made his way out of the Common Room. As he ignored the Fat Lady's strange looks, he shuffled on. He had been wearing a black knit cap religiously since the hex had occured. He wasn't completely bald, but it was a tragic Donald Trump image. Soon he found himself in front of the double doors leading into the grand room. As he noticed who was outside of them, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, what do we have here?"