 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Didja hear that? Didja HEAR THAT? She, Norah Lillian Kittredge, had said something GREAT. Man oh man this was one for the history books, especially 'cause the real live actual headmistress had said is so it was definitely the real deal. She beamed at Headmistress Truebridge before ducking her head down to add the new notes to her parchment. Maybe having the headmistress for a professor wasn't really that bad. Maybe.
She looked up quickly as Truebridge uncovered the second cart, hazel eyes wide 'cause look at those leaves RUSTLE. This was going to be totally radical. She could feel it. The fourteen year old held a pair of fluffy earmuffs to her cheek as she put a hand in the air to answer the question. These things were crazy soft, did everybody know? Ahem. Mandrakes. Riiiight. "They scream like crazy, like mad little babies! That's what the roots look like, too. Mad little babies. I think they're really loud." Hence the earmuffs. The soft, soft earmuffs.
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