 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
FIELD TRIP DAY. FIELD TRIP DAY. FIELD TRIP DAAAAAAAAAAAY. Oh yeah. Alert the authorities, this lesson was going to break ALL BOUNDARIES of AWESOME. Norah ran the lint roller over her favorite Christmas sweater (who CARED that it was nearly an entire year 'till it was Christmas again? That's right, not her) and the rest of her muggle clothing for the day, before entering the classroom with her permission slip already held out to Professor Flamsteed.
"Long live and prosper, Admiral! This is going to be wicked awesome." She could feel it already. Giving him the funny salute thing with her free hand, almost perfect at it now that she'd had months of practice, she turned her attention to the stuff on his desk. That was a really cool armadillo bag! Was he giving it away afterwards? 'Cause that'd be worth her allowance for sure. No questions asked. The fifth year then directed her energy towards the next most important thing: a bum bag. There were just SO many options, y'know? If the entire world was going to see her today, a bum bag would surely be vital to the whole look.
After far too much deliberation, she settled on the flowery pink bum bag that clashed horribly with her sweater (it was okay though, 'cause FLOWERS). And Professor Myers was there TOO! And Professor Pretty Face. Ahem. This was going to be radical.
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