Wherein Ten continues to bullshit his way through being a Time Lord
*blames himself to get himself out of trouble*
kinda weird that u can think about someone as much as u want and they have no idea
“A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”Happy September 1st, y’all!
nine: don’t wander off
ten: don’t wander off
eleven: don’t wander off