With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jun 11, 2019 4:47:57 GMT
Why had she said that? Merlin's beard, what was wrong with her? She had just said another impossibly stupid in front of Aiden Valentino during class and he was never going to like her at this rate... no, scratch that, he was never going to like her full stop. Nobody would. She wasn't anybody special, didn't stand out for anything remarkable other than her poor spell work and silly babbling. She was just... she was just average old Grace.
Wrapped up in her thoughts, biting down on her bottom lip, Grace turned the corner into the library and straight towards the fiction books at the back. She'd only just reached the shelf when she had second thoughts because reading silly little romance novels wasn't... probably wasn't a good idea right now. It'd just make her upset. With that thought in mind, Grace whirled around without really looking and took a step forward, colliding straight into something... someone solid.
Looking up, Grace nearly kicked herself because Wolfgang. Of all the people... it had to be somebody who was cute. Not that there were un-cute people in Hogwarts really. Immediately, Grace started to say, "I am so sorry Wolfgang. I didn't - I'm so... I should have looked where I was going. You'd think I have two left feet..." She should have left it at that, but the nerves kicked in tenfold and she added on, "Not that... that people have two left feet. My feet are normal, I think. Just, um... just plain ol' left and right. Which... which helps. With buying shoes. Cause... that's how they make them..." She needed to stop talking now, goodness. She was just making things worse.
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jun 11, 2019 10:32:50 GMT
It was only October, yet Wolfgang was thoroughly bored with his life. Only a few months had passed since he had gotten revenge on his father and the sweet satisfaction hadn't lasted nearly as long as he would have liked. He didn't have anyone toy with, and life was terribly dull. Today that boredom was seeping through every fiber of his being, making him irritated. His stride was faster, his movements - sharper, he was like an upset cat, waving its tail around as a warning. He hadn't even bothered putting hair gel in, leaving his hair to curl as it wished. At least it still looked soft. All the common room chatter was mundane, there wasn't even one interesting detail - only arguing about werewolves and whining about grades. The mountains of homework didn't make him feel any better.
For once in his life he wanted to get away from it all. Have some peace and quiet. But where could you get that in a castle full of schoolchildren, ghosts and talking paintings without crawling into the darkest corner of the dungeons? Only one such place came to mind - the Library. It was guaranteed to be, if not silent, then at least quieter than any other study space, and he could ease his mind at least a little by squaring away some of the essays.
He put his scrolls in his brown leather satchel, threw his uniform vest on his bed, opting for a white button-up, put his wand in its holster on the side of the bag and made his way to the library. Once he was there, Wolfgang began to look for a quieter spot, somewhere by the magical literature section so he could begin his essay on vampires in literature, or whatever it was... He hadn't paid much attention to the last History of Magic lesson.
He didn't even get to pick a table, when someone crashed right into him. He wanted to start cursing, but held his tongue to assess the situation.
A girl he'd seen around plenty of times. While she stammered away, spilling excuses like beans out of a torn bag, Wolfgang quickly recounted everything he knew about her.
Grace Longbottom, awkward, her name is ironic. Hopeless romantic, can't look a guy in the eye without turning red. Daughter of.... The Longbottom that hung out with Potter. Most definitely still does. She probably knows the Potters. She... She knows the Potters!
A plan formed in his head faster than he could have snapped his fingers. Here stood his next challenge, his next game. The correct people would pay huge money for information on the famous Potter... He could see the headlines already - "Harry Potter's children bit by werewolves! Ministry disowns Potter!". Oh, it was music to his ears.
He straightened his back, smiled softly and let out a light chuckle.
"It's alright, Grace! It's my fault, anyhow, I wasn't looking either. Happens to the best of us." he apologized, stepping aside to make way for the girl. "Say, would you be able to help me out with something? You see, I've got some Herbology homework here, and I thought that you might be able to help me? Unless you're in a hurry, in which case I won't hold you for any longer."
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jun 11, 2019 11:38:10 GMT
Wolfgang was quiet for a moment and instantly, Grace's stomach swirled with nerves because Merlin, she'd said the wrong gosh darn thing again, hadn't she? She'd scared him off with all her nonsensical babbling which just poured out of her whenever she was in the presence of someone attractive... and he was with his sweeping dark hair and rich, cocoa eyes. It was a stark difference to the eyes that usually caught her attention, gorgeous piercing blue ones. But Wolfgang's were still beautiful nonetheless. "I don't know why they always describe brown eyes as being like mud in books when yours are so..." Grace started, before trailing off awkwardly. Was that weird, to compliment somebody's eyes? Somebody you hadn't interacted with all that much? Probably... very likely, in fact, and so Grace swallowed her words.
Then Wolfgang opened his mouth and out came a chuckle... a warm one, at that, and Grace's worries that she'd scared him off started fading. "That's... I mean, it was my fault, but... if you want to take some of the - not that it's blameworthy. I mean... if we both weren't looking, then we... we can just pretend it never, um... happened?" Grace suggested, before her eyes widened because Wolfgang, a Ravenclaw, wanted her help with homework? Her help? That was... well, it was unheard of, and after a moment of silence Grace realised she needed to actually talk. "I... yes, okay. Sorry. I'm not in a hurry at all... I can - I like Herbology, maybe... maybe I can help somehow. What are you working on?"
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jun 19, 2019 17:51:23 GMT
He could see from Grace's face that her thoughts were somewhere far, far up in the rosy clouds of the sunset outside. A slight smirk crossed his face, but he quickly switched it to a slightly baffled and bashful expression as the Hufflepuff made an attempt at complementing his eyes. If there was a verbal equivalent of letting an elephant trudge through a china shop...
"Well," he let out a short chuckle, "perhaps all these authors have been unlucky enough to have their hearts broken by someone with brown eyes, which truly is a shame." He walked over to the nearest desk and pulled his leather satchel down, pulling it over his head and ruffling his hair once the strap had gone over it and messed it all up.
Her stuttering bored him. He felt like he could have a more fluent conversation with a five year old. He hated children, so, in his eyes, there wasn't anywhere lower he could sink, except maybe talking to a homeless tramp on the street that smelled like rotten eye of newt. Wolfgang shuddered, remembering the lengths he had had to go through to arrange the surprise for his father...
He didn't let himself roam in his thoughts for long. He had an easy prey right by his fingers and he wasn't going to let it slip. He pulled back a chair for the girl, motioning her to sit down and pulled a scroll out of his satchel. He fiddled with the corner of the parchment as Grace stuttered through yet another apology, to which he just smiled and nodded as a silent promise to forget what had happened.
"I am working on a anti-venom to the Venomous Tentacula. I know I could just use a bezoar, but I wanted to get some extra credit at least in Potions, if not Herbology too. Feel free to sit down and get comfortable, I suspect we might get stuck here for a while. Should i organize some tea or...?"
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jun 21, 2019 7:10:45 GMT
Grace was too preoccupied worrying about the words that kept leaving her mouth to even notice the smirk that crossed Wolfgang's face at first when she complimented his eyes, instead only catching the humble expression that graced his features a moment later. "Maybe... I mean, it's... I think... a person with blue eyes is just as likely to break your heart. I don't... I don't know. I wouldn't really know... but I wonder if... do you think that maybe authors in particular just fall for heart breakers with brown eyes? Rather than heart breakers with blue or green?"
Watching Wolfgang moved towards a chair and sit down, Grace immediately was unsure on what to do. Should she join him? Had he had enough of her, and was that his way of telling her to go away? She wasn't sure, but a minute later he moved his hand in a gesture that invited her to join him and fiddling with her skirt, Grace stepped forward. Then pulling out a chair of her own, she sat down, saying, "Are you enjoying all your classes? I think... I've signed up for a lot this year, I think. Maybe... maybe too many. It's a lot of work on top of all my prefect duties and my hobbies and... it's just a bit much."
"Oh, Venomous Tentacula's can be a bit wild at times, can't they? Dad has a few in our greenhouse and he's always swearing around them and he says I can too but... I don't really... swear much," Grace admitted, biting her lip sheepishly. She supposed it was quite odd, being a teenager who never really swore, but the words sounded strange coming from her mouth, leaving her feeling embarrassed afterwards. Clearing her throat, a great big smile passed her lips as Wolfgang mentioned tea. "I love tea! I mean, um, I would love some tea... if it's not any trouble. Do you... do you think we could have some English breakfast with honey? I know it's not breakfast right now, but it's my favourite and... and it's just so lovely."
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jun 24, 2019 15:37:17 GMT
"I think all these authors just have very bad luck in love," he said only when Grace had stopped tripping over her words about tea. He was starting to consider if this had been a terrible idea... This girl and her awkwardness was grating his nerves. There was some kind of nagging feeling in the depths of his stomach that he couldn't identify, but which amplified when he thought about manipulating this poor excuse for a functional human being. It was probably just a bad snack from earlier, and he tried to pay it no mind.
"I shall admit that I find my classes merely satisfying." Wolfgang stated, rummaging through his satchel, "Though I do look forward this years Transfiguration lessons, and DADA, what with all the werewolves running around. And of course, Quidditch. I hope to secure a place in the house team." He continued, straightening his back at the mention of Quidditch. He had been training all summer, both to stay in shape so he could dazzle even more once puberty will decide to gift him with a more mature body, and because Quidditch was another way to impress people around him.
"You sound like you've got a lot on your plate." He said, offering a sympathetic smile. "Now, how about you wait here while I get us some English breakfast with honey, and afterwards you'll tell me about your hobbies, and then we can get to grips with this nasty plant."
"And don't worry about not liking to swear," he added as he turned to leave. "It wouldn't look good coming from such a sweet face. There are better ways to express your discontent..." Most of the time, at least. He hurried down to the kitchens, huffing to himself when he had made it far enough from the library.
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jun 25, 2019 3:30:23 GMT
The authors having bad luck in love resonated with Grace, in a way. She felt like she didn't have much luck in her own love life on account of the fact that she'd never held hands with a boy romantically, never gone or a date, never had her first kiss... and without really registering it, she began biting down on her bottom lip because really, it was pretty sad, wasn't it? That she wasn't good enough for... that she'd never be good enough for a boy or... or someone to do those things with. Why would she be? There were so many better options out there than her. "Well... I hope they find love one day," she said, her smile a bit forced as she tried to make herself move into a better headspace. She didn't want to keep dwelling on her lonely love life, she wanted to be happy.
"Oh... just satisfying? I think all the Professors are wonderful, and Professor Samuels who teaches Transfiguration is a really great professor. He's really helped me with Transfiguration especially," Grace admitted. It definitely wasn't her strong suit. "The werewolf situation is awful, isn't it? Not all of them are bad. Just... a few. But my friend, Teddy Lupin, he's doing great work and helping so many people as much as he can. Especially those kicked out from Hogwarts early and don't have the luxury of formal education anymore."
Then Wolfgang brought up Quidditch and Grace smiled brightly. "I think that you'd make an excellent Quidditch player! You look like you're in shape." Merlin, that sounded like... she hoped he took that the right way. But Aiden said people liked being complimented, right? So she didn't take it back or apologise, instead deciding to ask, "What position do you want to play?"
Wolfgang offered to go get the tea and the honey, and Grace nodded at the suggestion of waiting about. "I'll mind the table," she offered, smiling as she tucked some strands of blonde hair behind her ears. But then Wolfgang caught her off-guard, reassuring her that it was okay not to swear and that 'it wouldn't look good coming from such a sweet face' and immediately, Grace's eyes widened. Was he... no, he wouldn't be flirting with her. But nevertheless, the compliment made her flustered, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks and down to her chest. "I... oh... thank... I'll just... wait for you to come back..."
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jun 26, 2019 6:03:05 GMT
Before leaving, he answered to Grace's question about his Quidditch position. One could think someone like him would want to be a Seeker, always the center of attention... But the most vulnerable to bludgers. He wanted to keep his face the way Nature had gifted it to him, thank you very much.. No, he was a Chaser, even if it included teamwork.
This conversation was making Wolfgang's brain hurt. As he walked through the corridors of the school, his steps became louder, his movements sloppier, lacking his usual grace and fluidity. He ruffled his hair, considering yet again if it was even worth it. How long could he keep up with this attempt at small talk? No, it wasn't small talk, it was verbal diarrhea.
Transfiguration professor really helped her with Transfiguration, especially. I sure hope he does! He thought, making a face to let his frustration out. Did she even hear herself? At all? Was there a brain to mouth filter at all?
Yet, there had been one strand of valuable information that Grace had given him. She knew Teddy Lupin. The son of a known werewolf, aiding other werewolves. Wolfgang made a mental note to check if what he did was even legal, because if it wasn't...
But first he had to gain Grace's trust. As he returned from the kitchens with a floating silver platter with two cups, jar of honey and a steaming tea pot, he put his charming mask back on and quickly made his way to the desk they had occupied.
"If you'll excuse me," he muttered, pushing his scrolls further away and setting down the platter. Then, he poured a mug of tea for Grace and placed it in front of her with a smile that didn't make it to his eyes.
"I'll let you add the honey for yourself, lest I make your tea too sweet." Wolfgang said, pouring a cup for himself. "Where were we? Werewolves? I do agree that the situation is quite complicated, and it's not all as black and white as people would like to think. At the end of the day I have to worry about my own life though," he pulled out one of his scrolls, "We can't all try to fix the world's problems. Shall we turn our attention to Herbology? About these Venomous Tentaculas and a specific antidote... Where would you start?"
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jun 26, 2019 14:13:12 GMT
With Wolfgang gone on a search for tea and honey, Grace glanced down at her knitted jumper, pulling at a loose thread towards the bottom. Merlin, she really needed to at least try and stop babbling around him. But it was like every time she dared to open her mouth, she couldn't stop the words from tumbling out, nervousness flowing out alongside them. It was the same as when she was around Aiden. She was just so worried that she'd say the wrong thing that she ended up saying too much instead.
The sound of a platter being placed on the table had Grace glancing up, fingers stilling from where they played with the thread of her jumper. As soon as her eyes swept over the scrolls and tea, Grace's worries about babbling too much were pushed to the back of her mind instead. "Oh, gosh. I just thought you were getting tea. Not that I'm complaining about the, um... the scrolls, either, but it's definitely a nice surprise. Kind of like you'd find in Madam Puddifoots, I think," Grace said, shooting Wolfgang a grateful smile as she took the tea he'd offered her. Then reaching over, Grace took the spoon of honey, stirring it into her tea. "Sometimes when I'm feeling a bit... a bit wild, I like to put two teaspoons in. But then it almost feels like a dessert, you know? Because it's so sweet. It's good, but then it means I don't get to have any of my sugar quills from Honeydukes."
Wolfgang brought the conversation back to werewolves again and Grace found herself nodding because it was definitely a complicated situation, that much was for sure. "I just feel bad for the werewolves who haven't done a thing wrong though, and just want to live their lives... I mean, those werewolves that they think attacked Hogwarts did an absolutely dreadful thing, attacking and... and... killing those students," Grace said softly, frowning. Her friend, Charlotte Avery, had been murdered in that attack and to this day, was still floating around the halls of Hogwarts. "But that doesn't mean all werewolves are bad. Teddy most certainly isn't."
As the topic turned to herbology and venmous tentaculas, Grace hummed for a moment before saying, "Well, mandrake is probably the best place to start as an antidote to Potion No.7. It's used as an ingredient for most antidotes... I mean, you probably already know that, but... it's just such a helpful plant. We have a couple at home, as well. Dad threw them and the Venomous Tentaculas during the Battle of Hogwarts, he told me. Apparently they make good weapons." The thought of her dad using plants instead of his wand to stop Death Eaters always made her get a hint of a smile, because whilst the war was a very sad and tragic moment of history, the way her dad described it was always silly and over the top dramatic, designed to bring a smile to her and Arthur's faces.
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jun 27, 2019 15:53:39 GMT
He sat silently, listening to Grace talk. The sound of her voice was starting to drive him insane, and it was becoming hard to hide that frustration. He let his fingers through his hair several times, trying to soothe himself and tried to look at his cup of tea to hide his expression. Keep a smile on, stay charming. And yet, this girl...
Her definition of feeling wild left him utterly gobsmacked, and he had to stifle a laugh. This was utterly ridiculous - was she 6 years old? He was going to down several shots of fire whiskey as soon as he gets back to his dorm.
"I see you take your sugar levels very seriously. Remarkable." He said, trying to not sound like he was ridiculing her.
When the conversation turned to werewolves, Wolfgang resumed to pay attention. He looked at her, trying to meet her gaze and read her emotions, looking for anything to latch on. But this girl was like an open book, and everyone knew she had lost a friend in the werewolf attack. The ghost of Charlotte Avery could tell you that herself, but Wolfgang didn't keep such company. For a brief moment he felt bad about using the death of a friend to reach his goals, but there was no place for doubting himself and turning soft.
"I do agree with you on both of those thoughts." He lied. In truth, he didn't care about werewolves, good or bad, as long as they served as tools and didn't endanger his own life. "What's going on right now is, for lack of a better word, stupid. The Ministry is persecuting the majority for the actions of a minority... It's not right."
"You mentioned Teddy Lupin. He's the son of Remus Lupin, right?" He asked, before chuckling, "It's foolish of me to ask. You're a Longbottom, of course you're friends with him..." He considered his next words for a moment, trying to put weight behind his lies.
"Sometimes I am a bit starstruck to be around people with such last names and such contacts," he said, glancing down at his tea. Dramatic pause. Now look her in the eyes.
"But it's easy to forget around you. You have a way of putting people at ease."
He was glad he hadn't combed his hair back, because his ears were turning redder and redder with every stupid word he said. Now he had to hope she took the bait.
He quickly turned the conversation to Herbology, hoping to get at least some work done before it was too late. Wolfgang found a book on antidotes so he would have a reason to talk less, only laughing at the thought of plants being used as weapons, spending the rest of the time taking notes in one of his scrolls. "Unorthodox, indeed. I'm sure the Death Eaters got quite a surprise, especially with all the screaming coming from the mandrakes."
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jun 30, 2019 7:05:04 GMT
Did she take her sugar levels seriously? The question had Grace wondering for quite a long moment (perhaps too long) before she replied, "I don't like to have too much sugar because I go running every morning and I like to swim too in the - " Well, in the prefect baths, but that felt like an overshare, telling him what she did in the bathrooms, and so she kept it to herself, ending her sentence with, "- um... at... home."
Wolfgang was looking at her, trying to catch her eyes after she brought up Charlotte and Teddy, and Grace glanced down at her hands on the table for a moment to compose herself because whilst Charlotte was still around... it wasn't fair. It never should have happened. What type of people decided to kill and attack teenagers? What did they get out of it besides terrorising the school and the community at large? Thinking of it made her angry, a feeling she didn't experience very often, and her hands clenched into balls right before she shoved them into her lap, away from sight.
As they carried on their conversation, she was relieved to hear that Wolfgang agreed with her on the Ministry unfairly persecuting werewolves, and she nodded gently in response. It was nice to find someone who felt as strongly as she did on the situation, someone who had similar morals to herself. "Yeah, Teddy's the son of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Though he lived with his grandma growing up since... well, because they both passed when he was a baby," Grace explained softly. It was sad, most definitely, but Teddy had lived a good life surrounded by lots of people who loved him. She evem had a big crush on him when she was younger, actually.
But the words that escaped Wolfgang next took Grace aback completely because... starstruck? Around... oh. That was... and then Wolfgang went on to say it was easy to forget around her, that she had a way of putting people at ease, and the words instantly had Grace's cheeks tinging pink because that was quite compliment. "I don't... I... thank you, I just... sorry, I know I'm rambling. I don't know what to say really," she said, though she couldn't help the big smile that broke out on her face. It was one of the nicest things anyone had every said to her. "You're really easy to talk to. Normally... well, sometimes I feel dreadfully silly talking to, um..."Boys. "But it feels safe, talking to you. Like you won't make fun of me or... or anything like that."
Wolfgang was laughing at her mention of her father brandishing the plants as weapons and Grace added with a small laugh, "I think the venomous tentaculas would have caught them off guard too, trying to strangle them and all. Would have given them quite a fright, I imagine."
Post by WOLFGANG KALLENBACH on Jul 1, 2019 5:50:57 GMT
Wolfgang's brain had shut off by the time Grace finally spoke up and he couldn't find the co-relation between sugar, running and swimming until the conversation had moved forward. Perhaps it was for the best -- this small talk was numbing him down, and his gaze lingered at a clock on the wall for so long that his impatience was becoming less than subtle.
It was apparent that werewolves were a painful topic to Grace. He'd never seen her exhibit any negative emotions except for her perpetual awkwardness, and the clenching of fists caught his attention for a brief moment. The calmest waters were often the deepest?
Everyone who was anyone knew that Teddy Lupin was an orphan, this information wasn't new. His grandmother wasn't all that interesting to Wolfgang either, but he was curious as to what Grace knew about Teddy and his plans. Such a hot-button topic couldn't be broached right then and there... He had to butter her up some more. The thought was dreadful, yet the possible prize... Oh, the things he did for success.
Again and again she rambled and stuttered, all flushed red, and all Wolfgang could do was to smile and nod. Smile and nod. He felt a wave of relief when he finally managed to turn the conversation into more fertile lands if he could say that. The paper about anti-dotes was coming together quite quickly, and if he didn't get anything out of Grace, he'd at least get a good grade. Was it worth the mental pain? Ehh...
The sun had disappeared from view and the hallways had fallen silent when Wolfgang rolled up his homework parchment and put it in his satchel. Now he had to make a decision.
"Thanks for all the help," he said, getting up from his chair. "I was wondering if you'd like to meet up again? You mentioned you found me easy to talk to and... If you would like to talk to someone about the recent events, maybe we can do it over a cup of tea and some pastries rather than homework?"
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jul 4, 2019 13:31:20 GMT
During the entire exchange, Grace was completely oblivious to the way Wolfgang stared at the clock, or the way he glanced at her fists. Instead, she was wrapped up in the musings of her own mind that was running a mile a minute, thinking over everything she said and storing it into her brain. No doubt would she relive these later, probably right at bedtime when she was meant to be sleeping. She always struggled to shut her brain off then.
Grace didn't quite notice that it had started to grow dark outside, and so it was a bit of a shock when she glanced up next to find that the sun was setting. It would be dinner time in a little while. Perhaps she'd sit with Faith this evening and tell her all about the pleasant little chat she'd been having with Wolfgang. Faith would be over the moon to hear all about how lovely he'd been to her, she was certain of it. Wolfgang's voice cut through her reveries a moment later, and immediately Grace's eyes widened as she processed his question. A... was... a date? Was... she wasn't quite sure, but nevertheless the idea of spending more time with Wolfgang was appealing to her. "I... oh, yes, of course," she said, nodding and trying not to look too enthusiastic. "I've gotta go help a second year with some of her homework, but I'll see you on the weekend at Hogsmeade, I'm sure. Perhaps we can go to The Three Broomsticks, get some tea and pastries there."
With that said, Grace scooped up her belonging's her arms because she really did have to go. "Bye," she said softly, shooting Wolfgang one last smile before heading for the door with a little wave, butterflies in her stomach already. She was excited to meet up with him again soon. Gosh, she couldn't wait!
