 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was her first ever Astronomy class and first year Rachel did not know what to expect. She used the lint roller she found outside then walked into the class, studying its layout. "Brrr. It's cold!'' She shivered and instinctively hugged herself protectively. Why was it so cold in here? Her attention was drawn to Professor Flamsteed and his pet rock. She smiled at them both as she remembered the rules she had read. "Live long and prosper,'' she said making the appropriate sign. "I'm Rachel Watson, first year Ravenclaw.'' She had to introduce herself, after all.
Rachel wrinkled her nose at the smell as she moved towards the semi circle. She giggled at the first tornado she came across after she got over her surprise and realising it would not harm her. She simply swatted it aside and continued on to take a seat (after battling with rising into the air with each step she took) as she clung to her bag lest the tornado scooped it up.
"What's this?'' she wondered as she examined the thing left on her desk and the others. "Oh, a blanket. How thoughtful of Professor Flamsteed.'' She would get back to that later but for now, she got a quill to write her name. When she was done, she tapped it with her wand and watched in fascination as it turned to a wooden name plaque which read:
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Rachel Skye Watson
First Year
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