☆ LOCATION: CHEMYTHSTRY CLASSROOM ☆ WITH: GRUMPY BOI ☆
“Whaaa- no way!” he furrowed his eyebrows at Fleur, who was sitting on his left shoulder. “I did not do that! You’re making stuff up!” he protested. Meanwhile, Amie sat on his right shoulder, rolling her eyes at them (if rats can even roll their eyes, lol). Abelino and Fleur were bickering about something silly as always. “Come on, you two. We should focus on finding the right classroom rather than quarrelling like little rat pups. I don’t think the Chemythstry teacher will like it if we’re late.” crossing her forelimbs, she said in an annoyed tone, which mostly sounded like a high-pitched squeak to others. The people in the hallway stared at Abelino like he was a lunatic talking to rats “Yeah, I think it’s time to go,” he let out a nervous chuckle and looked left and right at the people. He clutched the straps of his backpack, which hung around both his shoulders and dashed through the hallway. “Eek!” Amie squeaked, grasping the sleeve of his uniform. “Slow down, Abe! I don’t want to fall and hurt myself!” she tried balancing herself, still not letting go of his sleeve, afraid that she might actually fall. “Stop being such a 'fraidy rat, Am!” Abelino chuckled at the two and shook his head, amused.
After a minute or two, he stood in front of a classroom which he assumed was the Chemythstry classroom. He held his knees and panted, then straightened himself. “You think this is the right classroom, guys?” he looked at both of them, waiting for their answer. “Uh… ask someone.” Amie nodded in agreement, and Abelino looked around. He stopped someone and asked, “Hi! Is this the Chem classroom?”. It was a pale-skinned girl with messy hair and smudged hair. She looked scary. Abelino tried hard not to grimace. The girl slowly nodded and stared at him. After a few awkward seconds, which felt like an eternity, Abelino spoke, “Do you have Chemythstry too…?” he asked, raising an eyebrow but got no response. He assumed she did and stood out of the way, allowing her to enter. “Ergh…” she grunted and sloppily dragged herself into the classroom, muttering something under her breath. “What a weirdo…” Fleur laughed. “You shouldn’t laugh, Floo,” Amie said softly. “And why not?” she crossed her forelimbs. “That girl might be going through something.” Amie rolled her eyes. “Like what? A break-up or a hangover? I bet it’s either of those. And it’s not like she can understand me, anyway.” Abelino sceptically looked at her and asked, “How do you know what hangovers are?”. Her response was almost immediate, “How do you not?”. He just sighed and entered the classroom.
He looked around for a seat and found one. He searched for the teacher, but it looked like they hadn’t entered the class yet. That was good; he was not late “Okay girls, time for you to get stuffed into my bag!” he chuckled (If you think Abelino is abusing le rats by stuffing them in his backpack, and are concerned, don’t be. He’s joking, ok. He loves them and would never hurt them :DD). “No way!” Fleur squeaked and slipped into his shirt, tickling him as she ran to his pocket and sat there. He let out a loud laugh and accidentally smacked something off someone’s table. “Ah!” Abelino looked down to see scattered papers on the floor and pens and pencils rolling away to the nearest corner of the room. He glanced at the boy, who he assumed was the owner of the supplies Abelino had just smacked. “Heh…” he nervously chuckled. “Ooh, someone’s in trouble!” Amie joked. “Shut up!” he mouthed to her and then looked back up. The boy was frowning, no, glaring at him. “Tue moi… (Kill me)” he said to himself in a barely audible voice, scared for his life. If looks could kill, he would be dead right now.
☆ @ETHEREAL ☆
☆ FLEUR ☆ ABELINO ☆ AMIE ☆
// This is the longest post I’ve written omg- 654 wordsss //
// This might not be much (considering you write 1000000 word posts) but yeahhh me is proud //
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anyways sorry!! :(( 
