I’m not saying I don’t like you, I just couldn’t care less. If I had a choice, I certainly wouldn’t have picked you as my partner for the new potions project - who the fuck cares about hair loss at sixteen anyway? - but here we are, sitting in one of the potions classrooms. In the dungeons. ON A SATURDAY. Eat your own cooking, they say and let’s be honest, we’ve both been lazy twats this past two weeks that we had to come up with an actual working mixture. So, it’s nice and all, sitting five meters from each other but I’m going to need to get at least an Exceeds Expectations for this shit. And the same goes for you if you want to keep playing Quidditch. So what’s it going to be?
- I don’t know if the professor hates our guts or he just wanted to inspire us with this… duo, but we’re honestly fucked. - Nonetheless, I’m MUCH OBLIGED he didn’t put me together with Mathias. I’d have jumped out of the Owlery. Whatever you’re doing with your head buried in that book, but I’m starting to get bored. Bored enough to get out of the prof’s chair and move my ass onto the chair next to yours. I’m usually more tense than a kitty cat in a box full of cucumbers, but now, whatever. Even though potions is a significant subject… like, can’t we do something more fun?
- I just don’t have the right personality for this. I came up with these ingredients, - saying as I slip a piece of paper onto the desk between us - but I’m pretty sure it would burn anyone’s scalp off instead of growing hair back. - I'm not ranting more, but you soon get that 'what-have-you-got' look, as my list cannot be used for anything, but as a bad example.
Vendég
Pént. Feb. 26, 2021 11:38 pm
to Lennie
I consider myself as a peaceful person, so I did my best not to confront with others. I just don’t care, if you are in Slytherin, or in Gryffindor, as long as you are acting normal. I don’t have any problems with this boy, I just didn’t want to do this fucked up homework. Who the fuck cares, if we can make a potion that grows back the hair? I’m sixteen, I don’t need products like this. Maybe the prof wants to use it. Ugh, I don’t want to think about this. -Yeah, you are right. He could make a better pair, but here we are, so we need to bring out the possibly best of this. -I just didn’t want to be here. We could do anything better than this. But no, we have to work together and have a good note, because my father thinks that I need to have good grades. He wants me to go tot he academy, but I just want to play Quiddich. Who he fuck cares if I have bad grades? I watched him as he was moving towards me. Sure, this way is easier to talk, as we don’t need to shout, he can hear me perfectly clear. I read the paper where he wrote his things. I just shook my head. This was not right. -Listen Lennie, I know nothing, I have no idea what could grow back your hair. If I were an old man, who wants his hair back, I would call a master of potions, not just some sixteen years old boys. But maybe… Maybe we could use some sunflower. Don’t ask me why. We had two weeks for making this potions and I didn’t even think about it. In the book there was nothing useful. Maybe I should have asked for another books, when I was in the library. Come on Frankie, what did you learn in this six years? I couldn’t remember anything and for me, that was a sad moment. Where the fuck was I when we learned all these things? Maybe I wasn’t paying attensions, as I hated this class, from the bottom of my heart. It’s an another thing what we have in common with my father.
