"Ah, well, better we have it than it getting lost to some first years. Or, Merlin, one of the teachers," he says with a blank look of horror at what could have been, before he goes digging through his own bag.
"Let's see -- ink, quills, parchment. Quidditch Through the Ages. Textbooks. Two Dungbombs. A couple of chocolate frogs. A note from Prongs asking me to meet him after class, which looks like it won't be happening."
After pawing through his knapsack for a few more moments, he shakes his head. "Nothing else in there. Though my wand did make the trip, thank Merlin," he says, shaking his sleeve so that his wand slides out past the hem and into his palm.
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Re: Eeeeeee :D
Date: 2018-12-06 05:02 am (UTC)"Let's see -- ink, quills, parchment. Quidditch Through the Ages. Textbooks. Two Dungbombs. A couple of chocolate frogs. A note from Prongs asking me to meet him after class, which looks like it won't be happening."
After pawing through his knapsack for a few more moments, he shakes his head. "Nothing else in there. Though my wand did make the trip, thank Merlin," he says, shaking his sleeve so that his wand slides out past the hem and into his palm.