 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
ALWAYS excited for some more Herbology in her life, Norah beamed at Professor Meyers and took a seat at the left side of the half circle he had goin' on this lesson. She didn't stop to wonder why the seats had been set up in this particular fashion because there were much more important things to think about, namely the professor's clothing choice and the lovely cacophony of the greenhouse. "Helloooo professor!" THAT was a very nice hat. Maybe he'd let her borrow it some time. Y'know, if her dream tea party ever actually happened. And no, one could not outgrow tea parties.
Even with the shrill noises and honks filling the greenhouse, the seventh year still jumped a little when Myers yelled about the daffodils. She returned the parchment she'd been in the process of extracting from her mess of belongings back into her bag and gave the surrounding students the sternest look she could muster just in case they forgot that was HER seat. Not theirs. Hers. Returning to her seat with the yellowest daffodil she could find, Norah set the pot down on her desk and honked at it in response. Hopefully nobody had seen that part. She'd never even let herself hope that honking could ever be helpful for making friends. Who would've thought. It was her time to SHINE.
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