 Wowza!
Nickname? Naming a baby? A business? What was Shackleton talking about?! As concentrated in her own thoughts as Willow had been, she had failed to listen to the first part of the professor's little speech.
The fifth year really hoped that something was wrong with her ears, because one, she did not like nicknames; two, babies freaked her out; and three, she was far too young to start a business.
When had such a simple (please note the sarcasm) subject as Arithmancy become 'Planning your Future?'
Willow did not want to talk about her future. Not right now at least. She had enough preocupations on her plate without having to worry about that!
Ignoring the fact that Clifford Carden was literally swooning over Professor Shackleton (shameless! the woman, albeit pretty, could be his mother!) beside her, Willow retrieved her journal from her bag, and made a mental note to take one of those textbooks when she needed it.
Because she could not remember to save her life where was hers.
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