 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah was wearing her most politest smile as she entered the classroom, looking for Professor Bellaire so she could greet her in the polite way polite fourteen year olds were supposed to be polite. Had she mentioned being polite? 'Cause she was going to do that.
When she finally acknowledged what she was looking at, all thoughts of politeness flew out of her head, which was weird in itself 'cause the kids at her primary school always said her skull was thick. Take THAT. They were wrong. Her thoughts could fly riiiiight through that skull. Of course all that was nowhere near as weird as what had happened to the Transfiguration classroom which was really not a classroom anymore, unless they were having class outside which'd be AWESOME. Except, there it was. She found it eventually. 'Hogwarts Students Die.'
What.
Her eyes widened and she inched towards Zander. He was a prefect, he could protect her, right? She slowly began to grin. This was a joke, right? Right. Definitely a joke. She let out a laugh just to make sure everybody knew how not-scared she was, and shot another fearful look at Zander. Apparently pretending to not be scared was almost as hard as actually not being scared.
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