Post by Ashkir Devereux on Nov 22, 2007 20:49:48 GMT -5
Seven rolled around, the teenager grew even more so tired. Leaving the Office of Horace Slughorn he headed back down toward Alexander Black's office to visit Cello Evans.
Coming to a halt at a door, he turned to knock upon it. Four solid knocks. He stepped back and exhaled deeply awaiting for an answer. He had much to cover but little time.
Messy blond hair, even more so then usual. Blood shot eyes from the tiredness and pale skin. He was fine, but he had much to do.
Coming to a halt at a door, he turned to knock upon it. Four solid knocks. He stepped back and exhaled deeply awaiting for an answer. He had much to cover but little time.
Messy blond hair, even more so then usual. Blood shot eyes from the tiredness and pale skin. He was fine, but he had much to do.