 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah Kittredge knew BETTER than to be late, okay? Professor grumpyface Draper whose face wasn't really as grumpy as his rules made it seem would probably send her away before she even got to see any of the cute animals, and if that wasn't tragic then she didn't know what was. She'd left the Great Hall armed with her favorite fuzzy sweater under her robes early enough that the fact that she'd forgotten to go to the lake and initially showed up at the usual lesson spot didn't cause much of an issue. That was a nice sign he'd put up. She tried not to be surprised that he'd been so forgiving because believing the best in people was practically a LAW, but it was harder than you'd think. Grumpy rules, after all. They made people awfully mysterious.
Aaaaaand nobody was there yet. AW YEAH. She hadn't even had to RUN or ANYTHING. That had to be a world record. Hopefully Professor Draper would appreciate it, but just in case he didn't, the prefect put on her biggest, beamiest smile as she took a seat on a bench riiiiiiiight in the front. "Goooooood morning, Professor!" BEAMY BEAM. What a time to be alive. Was he excited? What was going to go in the jars? Would it be lake water? Would it be lake CREATURES? Would he notice if she borrowed one for flower keeping reasons? Why had he said they need to bring their wits? Would they have to tell witty jokes? Did he like puns? Did he know any good puns? 'Cause she didn't know any good puns. Could they have a lesson on that instead? In an effort to keep from EXPLODING from all the questions, Norah crossed her legs and rested her chin on her palm as she set herself up to give Professor Draper a good stare. You never knew what you could tell by just staring. Whoever pretended it was rude was just missing out on all the fun.
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