 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Not entirely sure why she STILL came to History of Magic after six and a half entire years of being rubbish at it, Norah smiled at Professor Finch and slid into her assigned seat. It wasn't his fault she was bad at remembering things, after all. The seventh year arranged her parchment and quills in front of her like always, taking a moment to admire the glittery purple ink she'd gotten for Christmas as it glinted in the classroom's light. That right there was the best thing in the entire world. She'd decided.
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