 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Even with her long white beard, Norah still shivered slightly as she entered the classroom, still expecting warmth that just wasn't there. She adjusted her half-moon spectacles (well, glasses that she'd tried to transfigure into the right shape but were still vaguely lopsided), and waved at the Grey Lady. "Good day, professor."
Good day was something Professor Dumbledore would've said, right? The chocolate frog card never specified what kind of language he'd used. The phrase sounded old-person ish enough, so it'd be okay. She couldn't exactly make her nose crooked so being in character was the next best thing. Norah took a seat near the front of the classroom and began to unpack her note-taking things.
__________________  |