Poking her head through the trap door, Norah smiled contentedly at the room. Pillows. Lots of pillows. This class already seemed very promising. Immediately after waving in the professor's direction, she snuggled up in her fuzzy rubber-ducky pajamas on a cushion next to Marigold. "Hey," she whispered, before reading the instructions written on the board.

What was she proud of? She wrinkled her nose. The lavender smell was making it hard to think. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she let the curl bounce back before picking up her quill.
That counted, right?