WHO: Thomas Avery & anyone WHERE: A hallway on the first floor WHEN: Sometime in March, 1978
“Yes, I do agree – goblins are far too intelligent to only be working the economy.” Thomas nodded, knowing fully well he was speaking out of his arse. He regretted talking to this fifth-year girl – she had such a pretty face, he couldn’t help it, but Merlin, was she boring. He reached a hand out to the person passing by him. “Oi! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how are you doing?” Thomas wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the person, waving at the fifth-year as he continued walking with the person.











