 Wowza!
The sickening sweet smell of the tea that filled her nostrils, let Willow know that she was very close to reach the Divination Classroom. Making a face that clearly told the rest of the people that she was not happy to be there, the third year made her way to the usual spot that she took on Divination; the back of the classroom. The farther she was from the professor, the better.
Seriously, what was the point of this subject? The future wasn't written!
Locking one strand of dark long hair behind her ear, Willow arched an eyebrow to the bowl of tea leaves in front of her. Snort.
Meh, whoever she ended up being partners with, better like this subject, because she certainly didn't.
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