A Poop * k8 *
CARE. OF. MAGICAL. CREATURES. Yeah.
Eden was always pumped for this class. Hair pulled back into a sleek pony-tail, she entered the clearing and smiled up at Professor Thompson. "Good day to you--" she said and tipped her head at him. She then spotted quiiiiiite a few people she knew--waving at Grayson, Jasmine, Toby...and finally Zander. The cute kid she had been crup/kneazle buddies with!
She went to stand by him and smiiiiled a bit. "Hi." She said before tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "How's it going?" she asked, just being friendly and whatnot.
One did not draw a nose on someone else and NOT be friends, RIGHT? At least---well, Eden didn't think so. "Hippogriffs are so cool--" she said, looking at the one Professor Thompson was brushing. GAH. She wanted to pet them AALLLLL. Obviously that wouldn't be happening, if Eden wanted to keep her eyes in her head--and any other limbs, too.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |