 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah grinned at Professor Flamsteed, a little surprised that he hadn't jumped on anybody's desks yet, and picked up a quill to record his explanation. Alright. Hand back in the cocoon now, yeah? It was AWFULLY cold, and as hard as she was trying, she wasn't getting used to it. What a life.
It did make the next question fitting, though, so with a slightly wrinkled nose she held a hand over her head. He really should've told them to bring gloves. "You could fill the room with loads and loads and loads of FLOWERS! The lovely smelling kind, not the other ones." Y'know, 'cause the smell was only getting more and more dreadful. It'd stink for anybody who had allergies, though, which was unfair. She didn't even like to think about what her life would be if she couldn't smell FLOWERS.
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