Don't You Cry No More

by YourLocalAsexualLoser

You can tell alot about a man and how he was raised by his handshake. And this guy? He might as well be a vampire with how fucking cold his hand is. A new boy transfers to Watford from the US. Baz x OC

9. 9 DYLAN

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I'm not sure what I was expecting a magic school's cafeteria to look like. Flying food? That wasn't thrown by some dumbass footballer in a JV jacket? Floating candles for mood lighting? Well Watford has none of that. It's like your ordinary cafeteria. A line for students to grab food. Tables. Loud chatter. I've automatically forgotten I was in a magic school. Then someone spells crumbs off their friend's face and I remember.

I'm in England. They probably don't have hot dogs here. What do English people even eat? English toffee? English muffins? English toffee on English muffins? I need a burger. And fries.

I walk over to the line of food. Sandwhiches. Pastries? Butter? What the fuck. I grab a couple of sandwhiches and some crappy looking fries. I don't know where to sit.