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Sararara · 01-11-2016, 03:22 AM

Norah pulled her (freshly lint-free, of course) robes tighter around her as she entered the Astronomy classroom, struggling to keep the grin on her face as her teeth began to chatter horribly violently. Excuse you, teeth. Nobody gave them the right. She uncrossed her arms to hold up her right hand in a Vulcan's salute, calling "Live long and prosper" in Professor Flamsteed's direction. Could he even HEAR her in all the COLD? Her ears felt inclined to shut down completely, which wouldn't do anything good in the interest of paying attention. This had been one of her non-awful OWL's, though. And she really didn't want to give Professor Flamsteed ANOTHER reason to rage and yell right at the beginning of term. SO, attempted smiles it was.

The prefect slid into the seat next to Dot, offering her a chatter-y grin as well. "C-c-cool cape!" She really needed to get herself one of those. LOOK how SHINY it was. Merlin. Why weren't their robes made of that material? She extracted her blanket as quickly as she could considering her quivering fingers were proving to be absolutely useless, and wrapped it around her like a cocoon. There. Now, if only the blanket could shield her against whatever that dreadful smell was. She'd have to recommend that to Professor Flamsteed, if he ever wanted to become a blanket designer. That was always a possibility.

Letting out a long breath that clouded visibly in front of her, Norah scribbled her name and year on a scrap piece of parchment and gave it a shaky tap. ALRIGHT. Back to blanket cocoon mode. Yes. Good. She could do the astronomy thing from here. For sure.

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Norah Lillian Kittredge
SIXTH year!

01-11-2016, 03:22 AM	#27 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb Norah pulled her (freshly lint-free, of course) robes tighter around her as she entered the Astronomy classroom, struggling to keep the grin on her face as her teeth began to chatter horribly violently. Excuse you, teeth. Nobody gave them the right. She uncrossed her arms to hold up her right hand in a Vulcan's salute, calling "Live long and prosper" in Professor Flamsteed's direction. Could he even HEAR her in all the COLD? Her ears felt inclined to shut down completely, which wouldn't do anything good in the interest of paying attention. This had been one of her non-awful OWL's, though. And she really didn't want to give Professor Flamsteed ANOTHER reason to rage and yell right at the beginning of term. SO, attempted smiles it was. The prefect slid into the seat next to Dot, offering her a chatter-y grin as well. "C-c-cool cape!" She really needed to get herself one of those. LOOK how SHINY it was. Merlin. Why weren't their robes made of that material? She extracted her blanket as quickly as she could considering her quivering fingers were proving to be absolutely useless, and wrapped it around her like a cocoon. There. Now, if only the blanket could shield her against whatever that dreadful smell was. She'd have to recommend that to Professor Flamsteed, if he ever wanted to become a blanket designer. That was always a possibility. Letting out a long breath that clouded visibly in front of her, Norah scribbled her name and year on a scrap piece of parchment and gave it a shaky tap. ALRIGHT. Back to blanket cocoon mode. Yes. Good. She could do the astronomy thing from here. For sure. Quote: Norah Lillian Kittredge SIXTH year! __________________