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Sararara · 09-27-2015, 11:23 PM

Norah ate her cookie so slowly that she was sure time would be up by the time she finished. But guess what. It wasn't. She considered just laying back and doing nothing, but Professor Cassie's feelings could get hurt if she thought her students didn't like her activities. She could've written down the dream she'd made up as she spent ages and ages nibbling on her cookie (a fantastic adventure involving a dancing spatula and a cookie disco), but that would count as lying and Norah Kittredge did NOT lie. Well, not unless it was for a very good cause and this didn't really count as that. She was a prefect now anyways, so not-lying was probably the best way. Darn responsibilities made everything so much more difficult, especially since the nightmares had been VERY unprefect-ish. What a life.

With painful slowness, she reached down, pulled out a piece of parchment, and stationed her quill in a ready position. Norah edged to the side of the couch thing, as far as she could get from Zeke and Hady so they couldn't see how dumb her dreams were, and began to write. She outlined each letter so as to take as much time as she possibly could, making each one a little deformed and scribbly so nobody could see it even if they tried. It wasn't the best solution ever, but it had to work.

SPOILER!!: Dream description

As soon as she finished writing she stuck the parchment between the pages of her textbook and slammed it shut. That dream was NOT allowed to be her future. She needed another cookie.

09-27-2015, 11:23 PM	#114 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Post 2 Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb Norah ate her cookie so slowly that she was sure time would be up by the time she finished. But guess what. It wasn't. She considered just laying back and doing nothing, but Professor Cassie's feelings could get hurt if she thought her students didn't like her activities. She could've written down the dream she'd made up as she spent ages and ages nibbling on her cookie (a fantastic adventure involving a dancing spatula and a cookie disco), but that would count as lying and Norah Kittredge did NOT lie. Well, not unless it was for a very good cause and this didn't really count as that. She was a prefect now anyways, so not-lying was probably the best way. Darn responsibilities made everything so much more difficult, especially since the nightmares had been VERY unprefect-ish. What a life. With painful slowness, she reached down, pulled out a piece of parchment, and stationed her quill in a ready position. Norah edged to the side of the couch thing, as far as she could get from Zeke and Hady so they couldn't see how dumb her dreams were, and began to write. She outlined each letter so as to take as much time as she possibly could, making each one a little deformed and scribbly so nobody could see it even if they tried. It wasn't the best solution ever, but it had to work. SPOILER!!: Dream description I had a dream last night and the night before and NOT the night before that because I forget what I dreamt that day, but also the night way before that one, and it was the same each time. Well, mostly the same. The bad bits were the same. In the one last night I was taking my OWL's except I couldn't read what was on the parchment because the words kept dancing in circles so then I failed all the written parts of my exams and Professor Botros said that if I fail the practical parts then I have to leave Hogwarts and go live in Transylvania with the vampires. And then on the practical parts very time I opened my mouth no words would come out, so none of my spells worked and all my professors were there watching, and also Marcel and Marigold and everybody said it was because I was the dumbest person in the whole entire world and I shouldn't have been at Hogwarts anyways. And then I woke up. As soon as she finished writing she stuck the parchment between the pages of her textbook and slammed it shut. That dream was NOT allowed to be her future. She needed another cookie. __________________