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As Penelope walked into the classroom, she examined her surroundings. Interesting, everything was decorated with red, white, and blue. There were many countries that had red, white, and blue flags. The United Kingdom, the United States of America, France, Russia, and the Netherlands were a few examples. Perhaps the French braid was a clue, although the French braid did not actually originate in France. Similar braided hairstyles could be found in many ancient cultures. The notice on the board had said something about having a sweet tooth, so maybe the lesson would involve sweet food. If that was the case, it didn't seem like the sort of lesson that Penelope would particularly enjoy as she didn't eat sweet things, but perhaps there would still be something to be learned without eating anything. "Good morning, Professor Stewart. Love the hairstyle." Penelope had never quite gotten the hang of French braids. There were so many bits to keep track of, with pulling in new sections of hair all the time. She would have to find someone who was good at French braiding to show her how to do it properly. Penelope found a seat and pulled out fresh parchment and a quill for taking notes. While waiting for class to start, she ran her fingers through her hair a few times and started to braid her hair.
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