 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah had sprinted aaaalll the way from the carriages just so she could be the very first-est one to the Puff table. And here she was. Except really it hadn't been worth the effort at all 'cause now she was all alone here with nobody to talk to except for her reflection in the shiny table. 'Cept everybody would laugh if they saw an actual fourth year talking to herself. Lame lame lame. She could talk to herself all she wanted, okay? Even if she WAS already fourteen.
"Hi Norah how are you today Norah?" She squinted down at the table and stuck her tongue out at her reflection, raising one eyebrow at a time and crossing her eyes. Nothing changed. Typical. NEWS FLASH: reflections were NOT very good conversation partners. With that, the fourteen year old looked up from the table so she couldn't see how sad her reflection looked 'cause that meant SHE looked sad and sad was the wrong way to look on the first day back at school. Lonely was too, though, and she sure looked that one. Where were all the peeeeeeeoooople? Peoplepeoplepeople? Anybody? This Puffer needed hugs.
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