 doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo
You know who wasn't tired? Kinsay Cassandra James, resident Gryffindor and morning person. In fact, mornings were her peak time. It's when she got the best work done and was the cheeriest and also when she had the most energy. Her energy battery usually drained quickly throughout the day, so it was probably for the best that Charms had the early slot this year. It meant Professor Fuller-Thompson could always see her at her best!
.... Which to be fair, wasn't all that good. Spells were really hard and it hadn't helped that in the MOST vital week of her learning career she had been wandless. Everything since then has been an attempt at catching up. It made her sad, so they weren't going to talk about it, okay? Thanks.
"Hi," she stepped into the room, but stopped almost immediately. Kizzy needed a moment to take it all in. Everything was overwhelming. Especially their classroom. It looked like the Muggle Studies classroom after the lesson about trash. With that in mind, Kinsay practiced precaution as she weaved her way through the chaotic classroom to find her desk. Hers was easy to find because it was the one next to Emm's. With her desk (though upside-down) located, but she next made the trek to drag a chair across the room.
Only after she was properly (not properly) sitting with her feet on the seat and her bum balanced on the back of the chair, she raised her hand. "Professor? Are we declaring anarchy? Because I need to be on Emmerson's team. It's the rules." If he didn't believe her, she could probably get a Healer's note from Professor Recard that said so. She'd understand.
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