 MO Moke
Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year
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| Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Chloe was not sure why they had to have class this late. She was a twelve year old who needed her sleep. Classes were long and hard but Professor Flamstead, of all of her professors, seemed to always know what he was doing. So she would drag herself out of bed for class. Bleh.
When she opened the door, though, she immediately considered that perhaps she had been wrong all along. The room was freezing and her hair did nothing to help the onslaught of wind that was rushing at her.
It took a lot of really hard, long steps to make it to where she needed to be but she eventually did and wrapped herself up in the blanket automatically. Did he know that she had been lifted off of her feet trying to get here? HER FEET, Flamstead. That was just very, very dangerous. And made anxiety pump in her chest.
She basically hid under her blanket once she was semi-safe and filled out her name and then tapped it with her wand.
Now she would be hiding under her blanket the rest of the lesson. Thank you. Quote:
Chloe Newman
Second Year
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