Eulogy

Okay, that was a plan.

“So, in short, I am becoming a child again.” Yungblud said, raising a brow at Encore, who’d just suggested the ridiculous idea.

“No, you idiot, you’re going undercover-“

“Yes you are.” Zombie Joshua, who was getting whatever it was ready, staring at Yungblud and.. smiling, if he even could.

“Doesn’t that make me a nonce if someone falls in love with me?” Of course that was his first question.

“Err… just roll with it.” Scout grabbed him, dragging him over. “We managed to edit the letters, so one’s being sent to you, right now, but, that also means, professors apparently are visiting, because you don’t have another wizarding member in your family, they’re comin’ to explain it.”

Harmony looked over, nodding slightly. “So I’ll act as a parent. I can easily do that.”

“Of course you can!” Yungblud shouted, putting his hands on his hips. “But why me?” He stared at Z.J, a frown taking over his face.

“Easy, you’re the best for it, hyperactive, the rest of us’d get caught instantly, you’re the best option, especially for acting as a kid.” He explained, thoroughly, finishing up whatever it was. A purple solution. Ew. Reminded Yungblud of black heart, who he heard distantly giggle in his head. “You need a pet too.”

“Sheepy?” He asked, pointing to the sheep, who was eating the wall, he gasped loudly. “SHEEPY! YOU HAVE FOOD” He gestured madly to the pink pills.

“Hm. Nah, don’t take him, he’ll cause havoc.” Em laughed, dragging the sheep from the wall.

“I think Sheepy’d be a great addition, also, why Em ain’t goin’ as well?” He crossed his arms over his chest, staring deeply at Z.J.

“She don’t wanna.” Z.J, who was now finished with the potion, stood up, putting his cap back on.

“WELL I DON’ WANNA EITHER!” Yungblud challenged, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Oh well.” Encore shrugged, they were all in a circle at this point, a deep debate.

“You’re becomin’ a kid again.” Harmony said, grabbing him by the arms.

“WAIT, NO, WHAT THE FOOK?” He kicked his feet up and down, before being forced to drink a brown
-‘ew, pink would’ve been much better’ he thought to himself bitterly- liquid, and he felt dozy, his senses slowly dulling, as he felt himself grow shorter, and quieter.

“Need’a give him this more often.” Scout mumbled bluntly, happy that the room was silent. Then, a letter was sent through the door.

Plan was finally in action.