 Anybody. Everybody. Please play with us Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
A little birdie told her that THIS was where the SPARKLES were at. Well if birds could talk one probably would've told her that because if birds could talk then Norah would be best friends with all of them ever. Y'know what she meant, anyways. This was where the tattoos were which was where the sparkles were so obviously it was where she was too. It was practically a maths equation except less dumb and gross because who liked maths anyways. Probably only boring people, that's who, and Norah Kittredge was a whole lot of things but she sure was NOT boring.
The fourth year (ALMOST FIFTH YEAR, SO HA!) stood on her tippy toes and looked and looked and looked for anybody who could join her in this whole adventure, because sparkles and pretty things were always more exciting when there were people to share 'em with. That was kind of true for everything, actually. And after the very most dreadfully awful end of term in the entire history of the UNIVERSE (looking at YOU meanie butt spiders), she thought she deserved a little bit of extra excitement. That excitement would be extra useful too, since it was Mari's last feast thing, except she was trying really hard not to think about that part. Nope nope nope. Just thinking about the sparkles. And the people, if they ever showed up. Somebody. Anybody. Preferably of the sparkle-appreciating variety but if Zander the Prefect Guy showed up that'd be okay too. It'd be a real learning experience for him, anyways. She could see it now, Norah Kittredge: Professor of Sparkles. THAT'D BE EVEN COOLER THAN PREFECT. TAKE THAT!
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