 Post 3 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
By the time Chloe had figured out what shape she wanted to make she had spent several long minutes just slamming clay against her desk. Warming it up to be used would be her excuse if anyone asked. Did clay warm up? She didn't know. The good thing about going to Hogwarts nearly guaranteed that no one else knew either.
Her shape very slowly became a snowman. It felt the easiest and she knew she could do it without very little skill. It also meant that she got to draw on her special smiley face.
Which looked lopsided and silly once she was done with it.
Oh well. It was the best she could do. She hoped the snowman liked her hair. After all, she had to CUT IT OFF for him. Or her. It was 2089. She wasn't going to make it identify if it didn't want to.
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