𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆

*   to her questions,   he shrugs.   *   don’t look at me like that,   i have no idea.   i can get snape to come here,   if you want.   need.   if it’s necessary.   *   crowley clears his throat,  adjusts his slytherin badge.   *

@FUCKINSPOTS 
            
            *she hesitantly looked up at him when he implied he would accompany her and she nodded, walking on but not getting very far before she stopped and held her head again. She walked the short distance to a bench and sat down* What did they /do/ to me? Why me? *she looked at Crowley* I can't walk across campus like this

ouh,   a curse    ?     well,    yeah   —   no.    guess you gotta go to His Majesty indeed.   *    he hesitates,   pondering over the idea of accompanying her,    and then simply gestures for her to keep walking.    *    would look better if you weren’t on your own,    then.