 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe was late, late, late for the feast. She'd been doing some last minute packing and had gotten carried away, ie. she'd gotten into her makeup. And her highlight was popping, thank you. She had to look good for the last feast of the term. A certain professor could look over at any minute and she had to make a good final impression before they were parted for the whole summer.
Not that she ever spoke to Hirsch. In lessons or in life period. But he could have looked and then where would she be? Highlightless? No thank you.
When she arrived, though, she considered why she even bothered coming down. It was a sparce table. A few faces but it was as if the Ravenclaw table was mostly empty.
No doubt all the seventh years, including her favourite Maddie, were off being emotional somewhere with one another.
They all seemed the types.
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