Norah couldn't help but to smile back at the Professor. Her enthusiasm made her instantly likable, and any professor who allowed pajamas in her classroom was pretty darn cool. Nevertheless, it was still a class, so the second year scribbled down all the weird names people had mentioned on her parchment. She looked at her parchment and made a face. Thaaat definitely wasn't spelled right.

How to begin? Uhhhhh. Norah opted to sit and listen on this question. No need to embarrass herself twice in a row, anyway. One day she would be older and smarter and she'd be able to answer alllll the questions. So THERE.