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Ror had spaced out, twirling the ends of her hair in between her index finger and thumb. Her metaphorical train thought railed off the rails at the thought of what history meant. Because to her, many would die to be part of known history and yet the same amount of many would be embarrassed to have their name in the history books. It was all depending on what history you had made.
Good thing this was all in her head. This was way too depressing of a thought process for peppy teachers.
No, she hadn't heard of the Illuminated Manuscripts, but since Professor Glendower was askiiiinnnnnnnnng, "Is it a manuscript with sick L.E.D backlighting?" That's a thing, yeah?
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