 NeeNee Omniscient Omnipotent Pie Maker
Tobi scrambled, trembling, to get all his quills, his books, parchment and ink bottles together before he got into trouble.
Quickly Quickly! I don't want to Shame my House! I don't want to Shame my Family! I don't want to be turned into an Newt. I don't want to die!
He gathered just about everything but a shattered bottle of green ink just under a seat next to Celandine. He chose that seat. Maybe the Professor wouldn't notice. Maybe. Unlikely. He nodded at Cela and sat looking forward as if she wasn't there at all, ramrod straight in the seat, pale and sweaty.
I'm a deadman.
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