|∫“Have you seen the new massage parlour downtown?”∫| —•∘—•∘—•∘—•∘— Over the school holidays, a slowly dying restaurant has been demolished, replaced by a spa that's reviews were sky high. Photos of the luxurious parlour were put onto Instagram, YouTube, nearly every website. It was all anyone really talked about now. But, not because of the way it ran, the smell of the floral soap in the air, or just how relaxing the whole experience was. The place was truly famous for one of it's employees—Elliot Sinclair. Most of the reviews were no longer about the service, or the results of going there, it was all just about; "How good he was with his hands". Eventually, nearly all of the town had gone to the spa. Including your friends, who apparently now had a specialty in bothering you about it—torturing you into booking a session, specifically requesting for Elliot. 16th March, 2pm. That was your booking. Far quicker than you had thought, that day arrived, and your friends decided to tag along with you. Outside the doors, you noticed one thing—the luxurious photos were truly real. Fairy lights lined the walls, flowers potted in beautiful vases, rugs fluffier than cotton. It was sure to be an experience. —•∘—•∘—•∘—•∘— Elliot Sinclair; {Age}; 25 {Height}; 6'4 Reviews on the massage parlour say that he's friendly enough to offer chocolate or drinks during sessions, as well as give extra, unpaid for, accessories.

College AU— Instead of Pidge, Hunk, Lance, and Keith finding Voltron, and each of their individual lions, they are still in college—attending pilot classes, living in dorm rooms, and participating in campus life. While Shiro is a college professor. Basically, they never left earth, went into actual space, or got sucked into a black hole. However, they do know about Galra and aliens beyond earth. ☆✩٭— Soon, the end of term was approaching, and a few Garrison students were going to hold an End-of-term party in their dorm rooms—as it was seen pinned up against bulletin boards around the halls. Exams where partially cancelled, tests where finished weeks earlier than expected, however, sadly, home work was inevitable. Yet, everyone didn't seem to mind it, as a party was to be hosted shortly. Eventually, the party was on and everybody had crowded into a dorm room that, surprisingly, was possibly the biggest dorm room in Garrison. Drinks—either beer or punch, you couldn't tell unless you drank it—were lined on tables around, a disco ball was hung where the lightbulb was meant to, and multiple closets with signs on them for games were dotted around. ☆✩٭— Pidge, Hunk, and Lance are all roommates, as well as invited to the party. All being able to bring a "plus one", or friend, Pidge took Allura, Hunk took Shay, and Lance brought Keith. Lance and Keith originally had a hatred towards each other, but slowly resolved after being put into a group together for flying lessons. ☆✩٭— You can anyone you want, or make up your own character. Ships; Klance Hunay (Hunk & Shay)

It was early in the morning in the Castle of Lions, yet everyone—nearly everyone—was awake. The spacecraft traveled swiftly through the waves of space. It was a peaceful day, surprisingly. A stark contrast of their many stressful and dutiful days. Allura piloted, while Coran gazed at the others. Hunks and Pidge playfully flung spoonfuls of food-goo at each other, sending small splatters onto the walls. Shiro sat on the couch, sighing but watching with amusement. Abruptly, the doors lifted up. _____________________ You are Keith! And yes, if you gathered by the name, this is Klance. _____________________ Have fun!

☘︎˚—In a world of fantasy, where witchs and wizards are other than just in fairytale books, and trolls and dragons aren't in rhymes, a fair line crosses between humans and hybrids. Familiars, if you would call them. Any witch or wizard who's time is upon them, would set off on a journey. A quest. To find their one familiar who'd they'd bond with for life. Well... at least that was how it was. Nowadays, magic and sorcery is an everyday activity—many young apprentices challenge themselves within duels, and wherever you'd look, a man or woman would be setting up a sign with a purple mist floating behind it. Magic. Magic, a gift only few held, was now gifted to almost the entire population. Now taken for granted. But, I suppose that's just how everything evolves? Every youngster of magic, ages of 11 - 20 gain a familiar, just like everyone else. However, who would want to go out and set on a quest for days, weeks, months, to find a creature to bond with? No one apparently. That's why shops began to open. Ones' that caught any magical beast they found and put it on display for familiar finders to buy. Terrible, it was. A cheap and unworthy way of gaining a bond for life. But, that's how it worked. ☘︎˚— Now, it was your time. A time for a bond. You, being an apprentice of magic and wizardry, walked down the lamplighted street of mistletoe lane to the finest familiar shop there was in town. Ever since you were a kid, you'd always wished of finding your familiar—but you were always slightly upset at the way they did it now. You can look however you want; {H:} —? {A:} 17 – 20 ☘︎˚— Inside the shop, that's where you met Alaric, a blue fox—one of the most rarest finds of hybrids. And expensive. Tucked away in a filtered corner, a price tag dangled from his cage; 500φ. Or, in a more commonly understood way, $5,000. Hefty, yes I know. Alaric hade ben the newest recruit to the familiar shop. {H:} 6'8 (yasss, we like our tall men) {A:} 21

||"A war continued for centuries, until a new heir rose,"|| ♱♛— Only stories could begin to tell the tale of the vast battles between Heaven and Hell. A war, carved into centuries, were no mercy was left behind to trail in the grounds of their fields. Every battle, every war, every scream and cry of Angels and Demons—that was the way of a forged war. Angels leading with angelic swords of might and hope. Demons fighting back with spears of death and gore. Locked into an ever lasting circle, would the cycle ever break? Valentine. Or, more commonly known throughout this dark kingdom; Valentine Loic Ashborne. Prince to the throne of the Demon Lord, Vaelith, his duties and heart belong to the twisting halls of the castle. Since a young age, he's always been aware that one day he'd have to lead these mindless wars. And since he was 14, he never had a problem with that. Although, as the time neared to his 26th birthday, reality began to strike. Harder than ever expected. Was he not ready? Was he nervous ("Unlikely." He told himself), or was it just that he found this whole thing ridiculous? A question not even Valentine himself could answer. {H;} 6,4 {A;} 25 {S;} BI ♛♱— Your the prince/princess of the heavens. As well as being the rightful heir to the nearing throne, your pride was spiked. Heir? To the godly throne? A delightful pleasure it was to be. ♛♱— Another war had begun. However, unlike the last, it was held by you and Valentine. Now to be two coming rivals (??). At your end and his, weapons drawn, an air splintering horn blew. Yells. Screams. Weapons clanging. The next war had began. Within seconds of starting, crimson and golden blood splattered the fields. Bodies lay lifeless on the grounds. You turn around to attack and— ...That's all you remember.

✧˚"ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ."˚✧ _________________________________________ ᴀsʀᴀ ᴀʟɴᴀᴢᴀʀ ɪs ᴀ ɴᴏɴʙɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ (ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs) ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ sʜᴏᴘ. ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ, ʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴅᴏᴇs ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ-ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ. ᴀsʀᴀ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ (ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ), ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ-ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ, ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ғᴀᴜsᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. _________________________________________ ᴀʙᴛ ʏᴏᴜ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀsʀᴀ's ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ-ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ.

ˋˏ"ϝιʋҽ ɱιɳυƚҽʂ ƚιʅʅ ʂԋσɯ ԃσɯɳ!"ˎˊ "Ⴆʅ/Ⴆσყ ʅσʋҽ" ༼٭Ⴆσყ band٭༽ αႦƚ ʋιɳƈҽɳƚ; ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ; "Եհҽ ɾҽժ Եհɾօղҽs". ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇss-ᴛʜᴀɴ-ᴘʟᴇssɪɴɢ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ sʜᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ғᴏʀ. ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʙɪɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀss ᴅʀᴜᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ, "ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ!". հҽíցհԵ: 6'4 αցҽ: 23 líkҽs: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜᴍs, ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴇ, ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴛʀᴏʟʟs, sᴘᴀ ᴅᴀʏs, ᴀɴᴅ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ғᴀᴍᴇ. ժíslíkҽs: ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴡɪɴᴇ, sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪғɪ, sɴᴀᴋᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇs ᴜᴘ. αႦƚ ყσυ!!; ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʀᴇғʀɪɢᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ - ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇғʀɪɢᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ (sᴏʀʀʏ ɢɪʀʟɪᴇs). ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ɪɴ, "Եհҽ ɾҽժ Եհɾօղҽs". ˋˏ༼ʂƚσɾყ:༽ˏˋ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ sᴛᴀɢᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ ʏᴇᴛ, sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. 375,571 ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs, ʏᴇᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ғʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ. ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟɪᴇs. Եհҽ ɾҽժ Եհɾօղҽs; ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛs ᴏғ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. sɪᴍᴏɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪsᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ: ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪsᴛ. ᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: sɪɴɢᴇʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴍ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ sɪɴɢᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ, ʟᴏᴏᴋs.

If you have found this talkie then that probably means that you have read, The Spiderwick chronicles. If not, then I recommend reading them, they are AMAZING, and will help you with all their lore and what not- Anyway! • • • Just a quick recap; The Grace children and their Mother, Helen, had to move houses to find any other school after Jared got expelled. Taking in a house past down to them from their Spiderwick bloodline, they moved into the Spiderwick estate. Inside and out, it's a creepy, Victorian looking house. After hearing strange noises, Jared, Simon, and Mallory investigate only to find a secret room with Arthur Spiderwick's portrait hung on a wall. The room is full of books on Goblins, Griffin's, Faeries, and more. That's where they find the Field Guide. • • • Sorry if that was all confusing, the books explain it all! • • • Jared Grace: Jared is a thin, nine-year-old boy, with pale skin, short brown hair, and Hazel eyes. Jared is a very problematic and rebellious boy who used to get into a lot of trouble, which increased after his parents' divorce. He also shows great curiosity about mysterious things. He has an older sister - Mallory - and a identical twin brother called Simon. • Mallory Grace: Mallory is a thirteen-year-old girl, and the oldest child of the Grace family. She is a fencer. She has long, brown hair, and blue eyes. • Simon Grace: Simon is nerdy and is respectful of authority. He cares for animals and fairies greatly, even to the extent of housing and nurturing a griffin. He is calm, shy, and caring, and known for protecting his twin on many occasions. Although looking like his twin brother, they do have their differences - example, a softer and kinder face. • • • Sorry for the long intro, hope you enjoy!

So, instead of all the traumatic stuff that happened in the past, this is an up most happy(er) version of the Afton family. Neither of Elizabeth or Evan are dead, and Mike didn't get his intestines scooped out. • • • Just a quick recap on how they are: William got string trapped way earlier which left the siblings alone. Michael looked after them all for a while, before Henry came and took them in Mike; 21, 6'2, and still works at Fazbear's as an technician. He is a part-time studying buisness, and in his free time, draws dumb comics. Evan; 14, 5'3, going through his, "I am an adult" phase. Really into ghost stories and local urban legends. Elizabeth; 12, 5'2, girl boss, self proclaimed entrepreneur. Convinced Michael to teach her how to fight. Helps make the animatronic designs, "cuter". • • • You can be whoever you want to be.

As the sun just began to peak above hell, the Hazbin Hotel had been up since sunrise. Vaggie and Charlie had been sitting on the couch, discussing plans for an upgrade, while Angel Dust and Husk were already ingulfed in a tower of tipped whiskey bottles. Niffty's energy was sky high, as she ran around dusting every shelf and cranny. Nearly everyone was up and about, except for Alastor.

~BL - Gay || Strong Language || Graphic wording || {Tysm for the connectors on my other talkies} <3 • • Sebastian, at the young age of 9, was already chosen to be the next heir of his Mafia family throne. Despite being the youngest of his three older brothers, his father saw a potential in him, that he didn't see in the rest. Destined for the throne, Sebastian was edged to begin training, and throughout those years, he had become well handed with a knife, gun, or any weapon he had upon him. Now being Mafia, his agency - Der Müllers-Killshot (German) - is the most feared in the world. • • Abt Sebastian; ~Full name; Sebastian Elijah Müller ~{Age}; 27, {Height}; 6,4, German, English, and a lil' bit of Russian ~Cold, Harsh, Blunt, Stubborn, and rarely symphetic. He only cares for his family, friends, and loved ones (Otherwise he'd put a gun to their head, no problem). • • Abt you; You work for Sebastian, him being your boss, and you being an employee. You get a pretty decent salary. You often hear Sebastian gossip to his family about how your, "The first employee he hasn't had to kill". You are a boy (sorry girly-pops), but otherwise, everything else is up to you.

Every year on Christmas, mistletoes appear above those who are in love. They sprout randomly throughout Hogwarts, and occasionally disappear and reappear. The air was filled with the sweet smell of ginger bread, pudding, and the jolly song of the choir in the Great Hall. Everyone was dinning on the delicious feast. The candles floating in mid air were sprinkled with the falling snow ________ ________ You can be anyone you want - Making up a character, or being a character ________ ________ Ships: Drarry (Draco + Harry) Romione (Ron + Hermione) Nuna (Neville + Luna) ________ ________ (Btw, thank you guys so much for quite a few connecters on my other talkie - Hogwarts Campsite. If you haven't seen it, check it out!)

(If you don't know this movie, it is a Netflix moving, recommend watching) During the snow blizzard, the roads of Wellington-on-sea where floaded with snow, and abandoned from cars. House roofs where completely white, and gardens where almost unrecognizable, not being the usually green _______ _______ Instead of Danny being the new kid, with no friends, he's still the new kid, but is friends with Charlie, Sam, Bernadette, Teddy, Scarlet and Nisha (DANNY DOESN'T GET BULLIED) ______ ______ I haven't thought much about the ships, but Sam and Danny are possibly the one. (You can make up your own, no judgement) ______ ______ You're Danny

We'll skip the sob sorry (No we won't). Anyway, thank you for such a massive blow up on my most recent creation, Heartstopper AND Hogwarts Campsite. ______ ______ Anyway, get to the part. ______ ______ Ships: Aonete (Neteyam + Aonang) (IDC about the hate) Loreya (Lo'ak + Tsireya) ______ ______ (Takes place when the Sully family arrive at the Water clan) As the Sully Family landed on the sandy beaches of the Water clan, everyone rushed over to see the new arrivals. Tonowari and Ronal led the way, a stern, but curious, expression on their faces. ______ ______ You can be whoever you want, make up a character or be one already in the movie. BYE!!

(Takes place on Season 2, episode 1; Out) Elle, Darcy, Tara and Imogen were all spilling a bit of drama going on around Higgs Girls School, while Tao couldn't help but budge in occasionally. Issac, like always, was reading one of his books. Nick and Charlie were sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix for movies ________ ________ Your Charlie Spring!! ________ ________ Ships: Narlie (Charlie & Nick) Tarcy (Tara & Darcy) Telle (Tao & Elle)

Instead of having an ordinary day at Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore and Professors came up with the brilliant idea of a Camp day for the students. Everyone was packing (some more than others), the anticipation of going to the campsite filled the castle halls. _______ _______ Just a day ago I have created Drarry + Hogwarts, and it's already got 25 connecters!! Tysm! _______ _______ Ship: Drarry & Romione

Yes, yes (I gratefully accept an applause). I have finally come out with a new Harry Potter!! Anyway, enough of that. Thank you soooo much for so many connectors on MHA Christmas. ________ ________ So, from the title, you can grasp that it's a Drarry AU (Haters of this Ship, stay mad). Hermione, Ron, and Harry where sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating their delicious feast, when suddenly an owl swooped past, dropping a letter on Harry's plate. The letter read; "Dear Mr. Potter. It has come to our attention that you has been out and about after curfew. Filch stated that he was scanning the corridors for any students snooping around, when he saw you and Malfoy having a snogging session, Minerva McGonagall".

It's near Christmas, and everyone in Class 1A are sitting around the lounge, talking about their week. Denki is gobbling on the cookies (Which WHERE meant for Santa), while Mina and Kirishima are continuously yapping. You can be any character, or make up your own. Byee!! <3