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SilverTiger · 11-18-2016, 07:45 AM

Sometimes Brooklyn enjoyed the sun, other times not so much. Mostly just because of being a natural redhead, therefore she had to be careful when she was in the sun. Either way, and maybe not even because of that, she didn’t particularly mind how dim the Charms classroom was when she’d arrived for the next lesson. Her eyes were fairly accustomed to the lighting, and even if they weren’t, she was fairly certain there was t least one spell she could use to adjust to it. She’d walked into the room as if it wasn’t half-dark and rather stuffy with no fresh air coming in from outside. At least it wasn’t damp.

“Good morning, Professor Marchand,” she’d said politely, choosing not to comment on his appearance as she’d let her gaze pass him on her way to choosing a seat. That and investigating to see if the snacks were worth her time. She selected a single cream puff before settling into her chosen seat, delicately nibbling at it as she waited to see if anyone worth her notice was going to choose to show up to the lesson.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Fifth Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Sometimes Brooklyn enjoyed the sun, other times not so much. Mostly just because of being a natural redhead, therefore she had to be careful when she was in the sun. Either way, and maybe not even because of that, she didn’t particularly mind how dim the Charms classroom was when she’d arrived for the next lesson. Her eyes were fairly accustomed to the lighting, and even if they weren’t, she was fairly certain there was t least one spell she could use to adjust to it. She’d walked into the room as if it wasn’t half-dark and rather stuffy with no fresh air coming in from outside. At least it wasn’t damp. “Good morning, Professor Marchand,” she’d said politely, choosing not to comment on his appearance as she’d let her gaze pass him on her way to choosing a seat. That and investigating to see if the snacks were worth her time. She selected a single cream puff before settling into her chosen seat, delicately nibbling at it as she waited to see if anyone worth her notice was going to choose to show up to the lesson. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥