 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Sigh. Slytherin for the win. SIGH. This was not a very good start of term for the Puffs, now was it. Noticeably more glum than she had been before, though it was unclear whether it was because of meanie type people or because she'd done practically zero things for her house this time around, Norah returned to her desk to retrieve her bag. Was a prefect supposed to lead her house to victory or something? That had to be some kind of expectation, right? Were they ever going to teach her how to do that? She sure didn't know how to do that yet. With a teeny weeny sigh, she poked the happy sticker on her forehead with her index finger, tried to straighten up all the way, and headed for the door. "Thanks for the lesson, Professor."
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