 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
See, Bambi found this whole greeting the professor when entering the classroom thing quite strange. During her first lesson, she'd dismissed the odd behavior as a one time thing. The second time it happened she kind of just stared at the students all mystified. Third time she'd politely ignored it, and by now it was just weird. He was their professor! He wasn't her pal from Herbology, or that pretty girl with the horrible cuticles who looked like she could use a smile OR a cute boy with a crooked grin and blue eyes. He was a professor! 'Do not speak unless spoken to' policy, at least for the beginning of the lesson.
Hmpf.
All this was running through Bambi Fleming's mind as she absentmindedly used the lint roller all over her robes, forgetting herself until a cough from behind hinted at her to get moving. The blonde placed the roller back and strode into the classroom, took in the pumpkin and smiled at the professor - all teeth and pained facial muscles because, really, this was just unnatural - before picking a seat at random somewhere in the semi-circle.
Taking out her parchment and quill, she neatly wrote the date and class name on the top of the roll and busied herself with plaiting her hair neater until the lesson began. Her equipment and class book could stay in her bag for now, as she'd noticed most professors don't even use the books in the classroom.
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