Bianca looked up from her textbook as she heard the Proffessor walk into the classroom, with an oddly shaped box under his arm. What was with all the boxes?
Delicately raising an eyebrow, she stared at the Proffessor. Wands above our heads? Oh well. Looking into her bag, Bianca found her wand were it usually was, at the end. Because of course, everything was in alphabetical order, and if it wasn't, how was she meant to find anything? Bringing it out of her bag, she held it in her hands, and raised them slowly above her head.
__________________ Take me away.
"Oh do you have a story, do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where we'll all live happily?" |