 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
That... beast... wasn't... on... a... leash...
Blue eyes growing to the size of the Moon, she whispered "Moss," at the beast. Miss Moss. Her name. As if the dog was the professor. She had gone completely white, and couldn't even look elsewhere. She took an involuntary step to the side when he came to open the door for her. Dogs could sense fear, couldn't they? And they attacked people for it? She gulped and slipped inside to get away from the door as much as possible. And when the beast ran inside to take a position by the desk, it was already decided that she would remain on her feet even if it killed her. There was NO WAY she was going anywhere near that. No, she was quite happy next to the door, tyvm. She knew she had to look at the professor at some time, though, so she forcefully did that.
"I," she had to speak louder, but she was shivering and it wasn't just because of the cold, "Ijustcamebytoask," she took a deep breath, "I'm a first year, and I - maybe if - you'd let me attend the classes." But if that was going to take part too, she would avoid his class till the end of the time.
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