 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Tugging at one of her piggytails [She had kindly asked an older student to correct her completely wonky attempts], Arlo headed from her common room towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. Of course, she'd gotten lost twice and ended up asking directions from a face-pulling sixth year. And now she was here, and it seemed like not many [if any] others were yet. Not even the 'fessor was, and they were supposed to lead by examples! And be on time! But Arlo didn't mind, it'd give her time to choose where she actually wanted to sit.
A seat not directly near the door, but close enough was one she picked in the end, and as she settled into it, checked her dolly was safely stashed at the bottom on her satchel. Yep. Little Arlie was snug and sleeping. Now, class... EEP.
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