Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when
Zelena entered the classroom, the distinct scent of baked goods wafting into her nostrils. She relished the scent of well-made cookies. When she reached Professor Newton's desk, she flashed her a smile as she picked up a star-shaped cookie and cheerily greeted her with a "Good morning, Professor. Thank you for the cookie."
She quickly made her way to a vacant seat and promptly sat down, taking out the lesson's requirements which included parchment, a quill and ink. She straightened herself up awaiting the start of the lesson.
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