Eliza peered her head into the classroom to find out what was making such a sweet melodic tune. Maybe Professor Maline had begun some singing lessons and had gotten so good she sounded incanting? Nah. No one could sing that sweetly. As she moved in through teh door, she nodded at Professor malnie and gave a sweet nad innocent bow. Good day Professor Maline!" she said in a rather musical voice of her own. She had her gloves with her, she always carried them around just in case she might need them. She couldn't help but gaze in awe at the phoenix. It was so beautiiful. She wondered if she should buy one to add ot her collection. But she didn't know how ot care for one. Well, she would soon! She tried to hide her small limp as she moved to the front of the classroom to take part in the lesson. This would be fun!
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