 The Last of Her Kind
Isobel was humming as she walked into the Divination classroom. She wasn't quite sure what she was humming, but it had been stuck in her head for two days now, so it had to be from something cool.
"Hello, Professor, I hope you're doing well," she said absent-mindedly, scanning the room for a seat. She was oddly cheerful today, and it seemed that no matter what happened, she would stay that way. A breeze fluttered her hair, and for a moment Isobel felt like a character on a book cover, face turned into the wind as dramatic things happened in the background.
The feeling dissipated a moment later, though, and Isobel took a seat and pulled out her notebook. She fumbled for her quill and ink and set herself up by writing Divination Lesson One in the top left-hand corner of the page.
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