He shook the strings, the harsh sound of plastic rubbing on plastic made him stop with a cringe. "At least he sent you balloons." "Balloon." She corrected, head still on her desk. "The Sorry one came from your mother for your face." "Now wait a minute-" -JuliaKnox
Gryffindor Hufflepuff Thunderbird
I like plaid button ups with my eyeliner, converse and skinny jeans with my rainbow knee socks. Pretty boy nerd swag.
His blade stung against her neck, digging into the flesh ever so slightly. "Arrogant boy," she glared. "Have you already forgotten that what we do may not hurt now, but when the new cycle comes we will feel his perdition?"