 Sardines ♥ // Nomsy, yo ❄ rolling in the ink ❄
...Footprints. Okay. There were a ton of ways to do divination. It was sort of overwhelming.
But. If they were going to have class by the lake, Jake could deal.
He busied himself with packing up his things, not wanting to rush the trapdoor. But he was hurried when he heard someone call him a slowpoke and looked up to see Anya. "Sure," he agreed as if he had a choice as he stood up. He shouldered his bag and snatched the remainder of his chocolate frog off his desk. "Footprints," he repeated, grinning at Anya as he led her to exit the classroom. |