 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Who was lingering? Not Bel. Especially because the classroom was much nicer than the corridor, much brighter at least, even if in her opinion it had kind of a smell. All that residual potion-y stuff in the air. She could sort of always almost taste it like a metallic tang at the back of her tongue, even if everything was scrubbed and scoured both magically and by hand. Bel scooped a pumpkin up and held it under one arm as she entered, the other held her cauldron which in turn had her books and other supplies neatly stowed within it.
"Hello Professor Noble, sir!" She found her seat and deposited her cauldron on the table, then proceeded to unpack it. She'd been awake for ages already: gone for a morning run with Liam (just because he'd done well with the surfing this summer it didn't mean she was about to lighten up on their training together!), and had a big breakfast. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as her mum would call it, and ready to see what else the day had in store.
The pumpkins were kind of interesting. Were they about to make pumpkin juice? Or brew something a little more sinister? Bel couldn't begin to guess: she wasn't exactly a potions expert. Not even close to one, in fact. Her enthusiasm usually made up for a lot, but potions was one of those classes where enthusiasm could actually be a bad thing: a dangerous thing. It took a ton of focus. Hence the big breakfast.
Brain food.
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