 Swedishfish Girl! ❄ Page-Turning Seamstress ❄ Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede!
They were in november and Bella was not liking the cold one bit. She felt cold inside and out no matter how much clothes she wore under her robes. With no way to write home she was glad at least to have learned some heating spells. Trying not to visibly shudder Bella entered the transfiguration classroom, stopping to stare mid step at the brown dog at the front and the ice rink that filled the place, where there should have been desks.
Blinking she mumbled "Cute dog," to herself before she made her way over to sit down on one of the benches on the left. Getting her supplies out of her backpack she wondered where Professor Carton was hiding. If he was like her great grandmother than maybe he was the dog...
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