☕ Inventor | Potions 1-4 ☕
"I do miss her," Monty said, chuckling. He had just been telling Matt about the time Cyndi had asked him to dance at the yule ball. Every year since he had practised in advance, just in case she asked him again. "Still, she'll be back soon." The common room was empty but for Monty and Matt, and a stray ginger cat dozing in a nearby armchair. Monty had never much liked cats on account of being allergic to them, but at a distance they were tolerable. He sighed gently and took a sip of tea. There was something on his mind - something he'd wanted to ask Matt for a while now - but he didn't know where to begin, or if he should. He just wanted some answers. He wanted to understand himself. And Matt wasn't going to judge him, was he? "I've been meaning to ask you a question, but it is of rather a personal nature. Nothing bad, of course. Do you mind?"