|| Life update: taking my Licensing Exam this weekend to be a “grown up” therapist. Writer wants to throw up with the amount of anxiety. Good vibes and any magical help greatly appreciated. Will hope to be on soon!
And here we had Crabbe and Goyle who bang rocks together in the corner. Blind loyalty was something Adrian grew up understanding as the one and only way but now it just seemed... nearsighted. Adrian was shaken from his thoughts as he realized he was combing the same—
He gave shit to everyone. This however came with a lot of confusion about his role as a Slytherin and as his father put it ‘As a future upholder of the pure-blood law.’ Which as his time in Hogwarts proved gave him reason for doubt. Griffs had Granger who was smart beyond reason-
Adrian was very careful of the way his “moral fiber” showed around the Slytherins. None took careful attention to the fact that he was more considerate to other houses than most because he would usually poke more fun at other Slytherin mates so they drew the conclusion that—
The gossip and the slandering of others unless it was proven fact, unless this person had done something personally against him. Just how he had chosen to not play dirty when Slytherin played against other teams. Didn’t make sense and his moral fiber wasn’t woven that way. —
Father would take him to games and the World Cup even if it meant sneaking him out of school somehow. However he had to keep this opinion to himself as the common room and the school seemed to buzz with the murmurings of the dislike of Potter. Adrian didn’t quite care for—
The first trial had come and gone, never had Adrian seen Dragons up close or even at a distance one would consider close. Every champion had their own way of getting around and secretly his favorite was Harry’s. Adrian’s love of quidditch went back to when he was young and his—
|| update on me: got off work at 3 am. woke up and went to answer the door at 8 am. Was wearing socks and did that thing where you slip and slide on your ass down the stairs because socks make stairs slippery? I’ll just be over here dying a slow death. Be on soon. Love you all!
If y’all ever wonder if I have died I haven’t. My writer is a crisis worker in all of this pandemic shit and they work for a suicide hotline. So they are busy and a hot mess when they are not working. Hope to be on soon!
@Maxwell_DT —“Ya know I’m not quite sure. I’ve heard people have died at these things before. Some sick play they have at making us watch that.” He shoved his hands between his thighs in an effort to keep them from freezing .
Grabbing his coat and scarf, Adrian slid his way through the crowded halls to steal a seat in the Slytherin stands at the tournament’s start. His eyes scanning the sections to find his friends or at least someone that wasn’t going to glare at him for the green on his robes.
@Maxwell_DT “Well now the trouble has begun!” His face lifting into a smirk as he nudged his good friend. “Sorry Maxy, didn’t want to miss anything, and apparently I came early enough to sit here freezing to death.” His gaze followed that of his peer and his brows furrowed in thought—
@AGreengrass_DT Not a foot fetish, but that is a topic for another time. I can always give you a back rub, a fresh cup of pumpkin juice or braid your hair and talk about boys. Whatever helps -innocent smile-
Thank the Lord you are here. People are just getting naked and smoking and setting people on fire! I was just too unbothered to supervise so it’s your shift