Melanie had a picture of herself, yes. It was tucked into a folder which was tucked under her arm. As a matter of fact, she had loads of pictures of herself thanks to something called a printer and a computer and a cellphone. Selfies ftw? However, despite however many pictures she had, Melanie's favorites were the ones that one of her cousins took. You see, her cousin quite enjoyed photography and making Melanie do photoshoots. Which she didn't mind. Practice for being famous, because when she was famous and older and a proper singer, she'd have an album. Then on that album, there would be a picture of her and to get that picture, she'd have to go through photoshoots which was why she sat through the makeup and the dressup and the whatnot. Melanie was curious about this Muggle Studies class though.
Why did they need a picture of themself?
The Gryffindor entered the classroom and her mouth dropped open slightly before closing it and pursing her lips, nodding. Pretty, pretty. Melanie liked it, it was like a movie theater minus the red seats. Melanie glanced at the board, nodded her head again and grabbed a drink before flopping into one of the seats, placing the folder on her desk. She'd leave the folder closed for now.
__________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________
♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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