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Ryden was tired. She'd literally FALLEN out of bed this morning after spending the whole of the previous night reading about something or other. And as a result, the girl was a living zombie.
... Whaaaaa-?
Mumbling a greeting at the ODD WOMAN DRESSED WRONGLY Professor, Ryden made her way to the back of this ship... er, classroom, and plonked herself down in an empty chair.
History of Magic. Perfect snoozing hour.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |