 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah returned Professor Moxley's smile with a grin of her own before settling back in her chair again. Alrighty. Class time for real.
As soon as the question was asked, her hand shot up in the air. OBVIOUSLY the right answer was coloring. Everybody knew that. But as soon as her hand was up, Sophie Brown was STEALING her answer. It was like she was a mind reader from all the way over there. Man. Ravenclaws really had it going for them, didn't they. With her hand back down on the chair, she tried to remember all the other stuff she did with Marcel and Sebby on rainy days. There were a whole lot of rainy days in Brighton so she was practically an expert. The only problem was that there were just SO many games she came up with, how was she supposed to remember all the details of just one?
Once enough students had answered to give Norah time to think of a better answer, she put her hand back in the air. "Playing pretend!" That encompassed most of her favorite ones, anyways. "Sometimes me 'n my brothers--I mean my brothers and I--would play dress up or prince-in-the-castle or school or pretend we were knights or horses or camels or explorers or anything else. Y'know, when we were little. And stuff. Yeah, little." It wasn't like she still played school with Marcel to teach him about Herbology or anything. That definitely hadn't happened the night before she'd left for Hogwarts. Ahem. Of coooourse not. Prefects were much too important for such things. At least it'd been years since that time they'd been playing Troll-Under-The-Bridge and she'd gotten her head stuck in the railing and they'd had to cut her out. That had to count for something.
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