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Norah didn't want to say she was happy that Professor Bellaire wasn't the teacher anymore, because that'd be mean and she had learned a lot from the lady. Even if she was, y'know, scary. Professor York seemed lovely right from the beginning though, because that was CANDY she had in her hands. Aw yeah. "Hi Professor! Thanks for the bean." Not that she'd taken one yet, but y'know. "I love your hair." Wait. Wasn't she supposed to be singing? Or was that only for asking questions? "I meeeeaaan i loooooove your haaaaaair," she sang, just in case, her voice coming out in a nonexistent key (not that she noticed). Singing wasn't exactly her number one talent, okay? She leaned over the bowl and inspected her choices. Norah had probably lingered for what would be considered an unnecessary amount of time before choosing a light brown bean from the bowl and heading over to a desk. Bertie Botts beans were very serious business.
She paused in front of the Professor's desk to pick out a harmonica just in case she'd have to sing some more, 'cause making the whole entire class go deaf from her voice wasn't exactly a very nice OR responsible prefect-y thing to do. Norah slid into the seat next to Hady who got a big smile, before pulling her materials out and writing 'NORAH KITTREDGE' on the badge. She popped the bean in her mouth--TOAST! Aw yeah. It was her lucky day.
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