I PUT A SPELL ON YOU Aug 19, 2017 13:16:37 GMT -7
Post by Clifton Gray on Aug 19, 2017 13:16:37 GMT -7
Potions was still not the Slytherin's forte. So why was he helping a first year with it was beyond him. Maybe he just needed to be nice, or maybe he felt like he needed some separation from everyone in his life here in the castle. Talk to someone who wasn't so close to him. He loved each of the Fated Four, but at the same time, he knew that there was something brewing in all of them. Something he knew that was going to draw them all apart. It wasn't his clairvoyance, but just a gut feeling. Looking up, he noticed that Aleksandra hadn't shown yet. Clifton sat in one of the chairs, putting his feet up and playing with the wand in his hand. Clifton had noticed the habit of his cousin Quinton and had picked it up.
Notes: Sorry, this is poop.