 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
He'd SALUTED at her. Well HI there, 'fessor F. Thanks for the recognition. A round of applause would also be appreciated, but she wasn't too picky. He got a grin and a salute back because she was feeling pretty generous. And he was kind of her favourite 'fessor. Kind of. Maybe. Only if he kept saluting at her and left spaghetti on her grave if she ever died.
THEN. And only then.
But four words? Why were they only allowed four words when he had just used the same amount a dictionary held? Where was the fairness in that? WHERE WAS IT? Whatever though. She had four words for 'fessor F. To change my wardrobe. Those were her four words. She didn't say them out loud because she was supposed to be a seventh year and give good educated answers that she knew was right. Or something like that.
She was cool because the other kids, the rugrats, were answering anyway. Her answer had been better. And instead she moved one finger around in a circular motion and balled the other up into a fist. Her hand movements matched what people were saying.
Seasons still meant she got to change her wardrobe over though.
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