 Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
One of the many perks of being a Slytherin was the fact that their Common Room was basically next to the beloved Potions-Dungeon and because of Mason's tendency to oversleep, this was a blessing of note.
Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, since duh, nobody wanted hair in their potions. . . and because of the aforementioned oversleeping. She looked bad, but as soon as she marched into the classroom, she felt like a beauty-queen. "You're not looking so hot this morning, Professor." Was he sick? Had he and Madam Curie (still Animagu) been exposed to radiation? She hoped not, cause she actually liked the old professor and his little rat. "I hope that you feel better soon, Professor Newton."
She gave the man a small smile before making her way towards one of the vacant tables, her heavy bag clanking noisily as all of her instruments hit one another. She waved nonchalantly to all of the people that she recognized, Esme, Haddie, Rach, the lil sneak Fairchild, Olaf, the smol-Bec, Hady, Kitty, Azura and Cornyyyy. Sir Jerk-face was ignored, since that seemed to be the way the boy preferred it. Man, she really was late, soooooo without further ado. . . Let's begin, shall we? |