 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
"As a matter of fact..." the boy looked like he was 9, but he had to at least be 11 to be at school. She trailed off and left her thoughts unsaid. She was just about to pull her quill out when one was shoved under her nose. It tickled, and she wiggled her nose. "Mmm...ahh - ahhh..." she tried to stop it but it didn't work. "Choo..." a bit of spittle landed on the quill. She rubbed her nose with one hand while scratching at her knee with the other.
"Fleas?" mmm...she rubbed her nose one more time. "No no, just woolen socks." She really did need to remember to have that converstation with her mother about wool socks over Christmas.
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