 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
She wasn’t worried. In fact, Brooklyn had munched on an apple the entire way back down to the dungeons from the Great Hall, just to show exactly how not worried she was about the concept of her first final. She knew she’d pass. Royalty never failed, even if technically they did. People would just cover for them, so she was perfectly calm and confident as she dropped the apple core into the rubbish bin near the door and then made her way to the seat she’d claimed as hers way back in the first lesson. Nobody would dare take it from her anyway, and she set her things down on the table as she settled into her seat silently.
There wasn’t any reason to talk when the professor was obviously not there. The blanket-covered thing on his desk got a bit of a speculative look though. She doubted he was hiding under there.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |