 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah met Professor Moxley's enthusiastic greeting with an even mroe enthusiastic grin. Class time class time yeeeeah! It was weird to be this excited about a class that wasn't herbology, but the activities they did in here were so much fun, y'know? Except this was the very last one. Moxley would be back next year though, riiiight? She'd better be, or the Puffer would have to write a whole long letter to the headmistress, and Norah wasn't really one for letter writing. Or writing in general.
The fourteen year old put her hand in the air even before she'd taken a good look at the Professor's uniform, 'cause she knew stuff about muggles, yep. She'd seen people wearing that stuff when they went on 'road trips' which took FOREVER with gran 'n gramps 'cause they couldn't use floo powder or anything. Shame, really, 'cause 'road trips' seemed like a right old waste of time to her. "People who work with food wear those! But not the kind of food at those places with cloth napkins and shiny silverware; the other kind." She'd only eaten at those places when traveling, really. When they were in a hurry. "Are we gonna get to eat stuff, professor?" That'd be even MORE awesome.
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