 MS HW post 4 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah pushed the voicemail button just like the directions had said, but nothing happened. Hello? Pushpushpush. Had she broken the phone? Was Moxley going to find out it was her and not let her go to Muggle Studies ever again? In the whole entire rest of her LIFE? With hazel eyes widened, she gave the button a few more successive pushes before turning her panicked gaze to the directions sheet again. It didn't say anything about what to do in an emergency, except oh. She had to pick UP the phone and then press the button? Merlin, this was a lot harder when her mum wasn't there telling her which buttons to push. Apparently mums were better at that than pieces of paper were.
With the phone held up to her ear, she pressed the voicemail button again and let out a breath of relief at the sound of the greeting message. Man, it was like she'd run a MARATHON or something. You can calm down now, heart rate. No need for a herd of buffalo trampling around in her chest, it'd probably do lots of smushy things to her guts and she needed those. She pressed the four next, and added "I want to go to my voicemail because this paper said so," just in case the phone hadn't understood that just from the number, and then pressed one. "And now I guess I want to record my personal message thingy." There was nothing wrong with being thorough, okay? Not everybody understood stuff right on the first try, it was only fair to give the telephone a couple of different instructions to choose from.
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