 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
The term had barely even started and Chloe was already over these American invaders. The Great Hall was a place to eat, not some dirty rave where the worst American hits from a century ago was on the menu. The Ilvermorny students had arrived deeply obnoxious and it seemed they would stay that way until they were forced to leave.
And Chloe was irritated about it.
This was her sixth year. She was taking OWL level classes this term and she would need to focus. If this party-like atmosphere was going to be an all day, every day ordeal she was going to have some serious, serious problems. Like, did they have no shame?
She spotted a few of the students she had run into earlier at the Gryffindor table and rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache. With a certain level of superiority, Chloe yanked a book from her bag and slammed it on the table, effectively shutting the rest of the world out as she began to read.
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