 Foreign Intrigue
Miranda climbed in through the trap door with great difficulty, feeling her strength completely leave her. She stood up, breathing heavily and brushing her red and black curls from her glistening forehead. After making herself look appropriate again, she waved to the professor. Then, she made her way across the room to a free seat.
Sitting Indian style, she scanned the room. Students and professors were all there. She wondered what this was. Was it a regular class? It was nice whatever it was. The soothing and laid-back atmosphere was very Miranda-like. She appreciated it.
Sipping her tea, Miranda stared at all the other people in the room. Their ages varied. Some were younger than she, and some seemed to be seventh years. She easily picked out the few professors in the small crowd.
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what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance.
everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands.
D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g
silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye
seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye. |