Intro/ Apping to Eway

[quirrel]

M-M-Mundane? I know you're not in the best fit to play as me right now...

[Tries to fall asleep against the wall]

Can't believe you applied- Application- thing... That thing with the application...

[Slides down the wall and tries to curl up and go to sleep.]

Ngghh.... Whatever... Just- whatever. It's a good thing you have spell-check... I'm glad you made me an actual account i-instead of just in y-y-your head... hehe...

Comments

[makesthemdead]

That's it! Gimme some skin, brother! [He raises his hand, expecting a high five.]

[quirrel]

[FLINCH!!!]

[He looks up after the invoulentary movement, and after a half moment, skittishly returned the high-five!]

[makesthemdead]

[He appears not to notice, laughing instead and downing some of the drink.]

I tell you, Quirrel. Life doesn't get much better than this. Nothing to worry about , a good drink in your hand- and your bestest best friend in the whole world right by your side.

[quirrel]

[Just- A very confused Quirrel, now.]

Me?

[Maybe this Voldemort's an imposter or something. Perhaps he's sick?]