 Post 1 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Holy Guacamole that was a lot of words. Norah struggled to keep up as Professor Ichihara went on and on and on and on about all the things in the entire universe. They were COOL things, no doubt about that, but they were awfully hard to spell. That was rude. Her parchment, cramped with of scribbled handwriting running sideways down the page, had its fair share of crossed out words and little insertions on account of those dumb hard words, but by the time the professor announced the activity, the sixth year was quite pleased with her handiwork. It wasn't every day that she did so much writing she couldn't even raise her hand, after all. The fact that she really didn't understand all of what was going on, nor was capable of pronouncing most of the relevant words, was a whole nother story.
With a small smile at the Professor just so she KNEW she was appreciating the lesson, Norah retrieved a ball of clay and set it down on her desk. That was the easy part. She wasn't all that attached to her hair, considering every time she brushed it she had to sacrifice some anyways because it always insisted on being such a disaster. She wasn't entirely sure if crying in front of the entire world was something she wanted to do either, though. Maybe Sophie Brown would've been brave enough for that, but this Hufflepuff was a bit further from embodying the ex Head Girl's spirit as she would've liked at this point. She didn't want a WEAK clay shape, though. What fun would that be? After all the fun it'd probably be to make it in the first place, Norah wasn't inclined to let the fun END THERE. It'd be a dreadful waste. So. Crying it was. She let out a long breath, then shut her eyes and tried to think about all the sad things in the entire universe. Stepped-on flowers. That time Marcel got a paper cut. STEPPED-ON FLOWERS.
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