 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Mornings regularly bothered Brooklyn, but she’d gotten rather skilled at hiding it. She didn’t like showing weakness, and it was easy enough to disguise any vestiges of exhaustion by her normal demeanor when she entered any lesson. Looking calm and regal, and she’d held her head high as she’d walked into Transfiguration. Professor Ichihara wasn’t Professor Bellaire in any way, but she was willing to give the woman the benefit of the doubt. Besides, the rule about looking put together at least reminded her of her favorite professor a little.
The faintest of glances was made at the tapestries lining the walls as she made her way to a seat, instead keeping most of her attention of the professor. “Good morning Professor Ichihara,” she said, giving the woman a polite smile. She wasn’t about to drop her plans for how to deal with the professors now, even if they kept hanging on her. It just meant more people she could convince of her value.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |