 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah pushed her potions materials to the side and brought her notes back in front of her, changing to plain old boring black ink this time because she hadn't brought enough cool colors in her bag this time. It was okay, though, 'cause Professor Dakest was interesting enough to make up for the boring color. Ahem. Anyways. She watched him closely as he introduced another question about werewolves and all that, holding her hands to her cheeks because they were doing that dumb thing where they went all red again which was totally unfair because she hadn't told them they were allowed to do that. Werewolves werewolves werewolves. She was obviously paying attention to those. Obviously.
She put a hand in the air, but not until she'd rearranged her curls to cover her exposed cheek because they were still horribly red. So red she could FEEL them being red, mostly because it felt like the dark room had gotten five hundred million thousand degrees hotter. Huh. Weird weird WEIRD. Maybe she needed the hospital wing, 'cause last time she checked just looking at somebody wasn't supposed to make you blush. This was a serious issue. Probably even more serious of an issue than a werewolf attack because people were already brainstorming ways to deal with that but the fourth year couldn't think of any cure for all this blushing except for moving to Antarctica. That wouldn't be too bad, though, if it meant penguin friends. KITTREDGE, CONCENTRATE. WEREWOLVES. RIGHT. She squinted through the hair that was covering one of her eyes and began to answer. "I bet you could get the werewolf to get into a comfy cage if you lure it with something much yummier than a person. Something so yummy that it can't resist, like even better than a chocolate frog is for a person." Werewolves didn't like chocolate, right? Their loss, really. "Then you could bring it somewhere safe to be until they turn back into a person again." She brought her hand down to her cheek again. Ta da! That wasn't too bad, right? Plus, Professor Dakest was a nice dude so it didn't even matter if she wasn't right. He was practically the nicest. That newspaper had had it all wrong.
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