"Yeah!" Gamzee said cheerfully, as though all thought of Professor Matteris had been erased from his mind. "3rd year boys, anyway."
It was the usual mess in here that 13 and 14 year old boys tended to accrue - dirty clothes, homework left out, a broom shoved carelessly in one corner. Gamzee's bed was quite obvious - he'd hung several creepyclownposters right near it. The polka-dot pajama pants tossed over the headboard were another clue.
"Welcome to party motherfuckin' central, bro!" It wasn't really, but the Slytherin liked the sound of the words, so he tended to call his little area that. It made him sound a lot more popular than he actually was, though that wasn't the intent.
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It was the usual mess in here that 13 and 14 year old boys tended to accrue - dirty clothes, homework left out, a broom shoved carelessly in one corner. Gamzee's bed was quite obvious - he'd hung several creepy clown posters right near it. The polka-dot pajama pants tossed over the headboard were another clue.
"Welcome to party motherfuckin' central, bro!" It wasn't really, but the Slytherin liked the sound of the words, so he tended to call his little area that. It made him sound a lot more popular than he actually was, though that wasn't the intent.