 Sarah thinks I'm cute | Shan's safe space.
Nova didn't really have a sweet tooth, but there were days when she craved ice cream. Fortescue's ice cream, to be specific. And today was one of those days.
She wasn't used to being wrong, or getting a low mark in her assignments (and, to her overachieving brain, a 66 was a low mark) so that mornings result had come as a shock to the former Ravenclaw. When she'd asked the lecturer for feedback, he'd told her not to think of people as subjects and to remember that they all behaved and felt and thought differently.
Which she knew!! Nova knew that well, but she didn't understand it fully - that was part of the reason that she'd decided to study psychology, to understand why people did what they did and felt what they felt. And yet her last essay had been a total flop because apparently you couldn't understand everyone. And to Nova, that made no sense.
So, as soon as possible, she'd apparated to Diagon Alley and made her way to the ice cream parlour, ordering her favourite and finding a seat to sulkily eat it whilst she tried to figure out where she'd gone wrong.
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⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________
Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽
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