 The Last of Her Kind
"Hello, Professor!" Isobel said cheerfully as she entered the room. She'd been looking forward to making potions ever since she knew she was going to be a witch, and now she was finally here, about to learn how to make them for the first time ever! She'd already read her textbook twice through, and if she were better at memorisation, probably would have done that too.
Isobel chose a seat, not next to anybody but not very isolated either, and set down her bag. She got out her notebook, ink, and quill and began a particularly terrible doodle of a cat. It was really horrendous, but that was why she didn't show her notes to people, she supposed.
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