 ΒΌ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Charms was, of course, Katherine Mary Moss' favourite class and thus, she was prepared accordingly: Hair in a very neat ponytail, school uniform sharply ironed, with just a gist of perfume (nothing to kill anyone), and ... maybe... a hint of make up, on her cheeks and eyes... maybe...
Ahem.
When she arrived, she quickly looked at who was inside and who wasn't: Samuel Chevalier wasn't, and the rest didn't really interest her, although she did offer a polite smile at whoever acknowledged her first.
For the first time in her life, she hesitated about sitting at the front: Samuel... wouldn't sit there, would he? Why wasn't he already here? Why was she earlier than him!? Katherine mentally reprimanded herself: Next time, she was going to wait for him to enter first (or even better, appear juuuuuuuuust as he was entering so that he'd have to sit with her) but for today, she didn't really want to risk it. What if she sat somewhere in the middle, and he didn't, and she was stuck with some weirdo? Nah, there were too many variables to her liking, and so she sat at her usual spot: The middle of the first row.
Although she wanted to try the snacks, she didn't want to distract herself (and Samuel could enter at any moment now, she didn't want to greet him with a mouth full). She also couldn't really take out her notebook and set up her table, because her desk was occupied by an egg, which... she apparently shouldn't touch, and so she just waited for Samuel and professor to come in.
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