 HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED
Liiiiiiint everywhere was lint…Melbourne was frantically brushing lint and fuzzballs off of her robes…every bit of her robes even down to her socks were being pulled and shifted and had effectively been de-linted.
Twisting her the hairband on her wrist around once more the second year glanced around before heading into the classroom. Her backpack was being hugged against her almost as if it were armor…and her sweater. Again. The lumpy oversized sweater was happening…this time, it wasn’t the sleeves but the fact that the sweater had obviously been made for someone a good twenty-two centimeters taller than she was.
“Hello Professor Flamsteed,” she smiled over to him…heading over to a desk and slipping into it. She sent all of her friends little nods until she noticed the apples. Slinking down further in the desk the second year raised an eyebrow at Tenacius and his juggling…still, she reached out and grabbed her own lifted it to her nose and sniffed it.
It was kind of…sad…you know that the gravity was normal in the room this time.
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