 this table is not at all intimidating o_o PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
After a particularly calm train ride (read: she slept the entire way over because she'd not slept the night before BECAUSE she'd spent her last day stuffing her face full of muggle candy that her parents had informed her they will not be sending over. Where did the bracket go. There it is). Fresh off her wonderful train ride and FULL of LOTS of VERY EXCITED FEELINGS about H O G W A R T S (but not classes because no one likes those) Sylvie Norcott made a mad dash from the carriages to the Great Hall only to stop, turn, and madly dash for the bathrooms.
Pee is a thing people. Even if she's not particularly fond of her mother right now, she does always say to go if you have to because infections can happen and that's like, not good at all.
Once again with vigor, Sylvie made a second mad dash for the Great Hall and beamed as she looked around. Good old great hall. However, she noticed with some sadness, no food yet. This fourth year (!!!) was absolutely starving and she sincerely hoped the little people would hurry up with their sorting because all of them needed food to live and stuff. Anyways, the noticeably taller blonde took the steps two at a time as she spotted her favourite people mucking around at her favourite table and butt-nudged Zoryn to move so she could fit herself nicely between her CAPTAIN FRIEND and her other, regular yet still BEST friend, Théo.
"HI GUYS. I'm hungry."
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but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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