 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The mouth-dropping didn't go unnoticed by the headmistress. She, quite literally, had to force a smirk from appearing on her lips. Did the Gryffindor prefect think that the form would go unsigned? Had the girl asked last year, she would have been inclined to say no. However, this was under different circumstances. Noelle's response appealing to the woman's sense of logic, Regina saw no reason to not sign the form. She had met the OWL requirement and had a valid reason for wanting to continue her training.
Eyes widened when the girl latched herself onto her and squeezed. It was ... unnecessary. As was the yelling. She opened her mouth to sternly tell the prefect to let her go before she took that form back, but she remained silent and still. Deep down, she actually appreciated the hug.
A small smile did manage to grow on her face when the Gryffindor beamed up at her and skedaddled down the corridor. Regina didn't bother telling the girl to slow down or risk getting points taken from her again in the same spot she had last term. She let the girl rush off, and the woman progressed to the narrow stairwell that would take her up to the fifth floor.
You're welcome, Miss Summers.
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