 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Apparently muggles did a whole lot of stuff, which she already knew because people did a whole lot of stuff in general, but it had become painfully evident now that she had to write them all down. A few students had already answered Professor Moxley's next question by the time Norah set her quill down to give her hand a little shake. MAN. Wasn't this supposed to get easier with age or something? 'Cause writing was much harder than she'd remembered it to be. Or maybe she felt like this at the beginning of every term, who was keeping track. Not her, that's who.
She put a hand in the air and didn't wave it around like a Real Mature Prefect. She'd gone bowling before, uh huh. She'd been much smaller than she was now, but that didn't keep her from remembering that she'd been better at it than Sebby, 'cause nobody was every better than Sebby. It was practically worthy of a national holiday, or at least it would be if she could remember when it'd actually happened. "There's this line before the long thingy that you're not allowed to step over, or else it makes a buzzing noise. And the people who work there don't think it's very funny if you step over it over and over just 'cause the noise sounds cool, which is a shame because it IS funny." Some people just had their priorities all wrong.
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