 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Did you hear that, people? She was CREATIVE. So THERE. It didn't matter that creative was the same thing as wrong, because creative WASN'T the same thing as dumb or WORSE, a baby. She was old now, okay, she was practically middle aged.
Norah sighed a bit when it became time to actually do things, though, because yuck. Numbers. And Professor Tanner wasn't writing everything on the board which just made things harder because adding things was hard enough on parchment, let alone in your head. But still, it WAS a class and she WAS here for some reason, so she flipped the pages of her textbook one by one 'till she got to the right page. It KINDA made sense, but then people apparently figured it out way before her, so the whole entire WORLD had already answered the question by the time she'd figured out what to say. Oh. Wellll then. The third year opted to stay quiet instead of repeating what everybody else had said, and moved her hand sloooowly in the direction of her quill to begin taking notes. Maybe if she was slow they just wouldn't have to do any maths. Awesome, good plan Norah.
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