 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Philippa had been staring at Derf's hair when the Professor spoke to him. It was a pretty shade did he know? She wanted to put moisturiser in it. Moisturiser was good for hair. It was her favourite part of her post shower routine, because dry hair was modeling DEATH and she obviously couldn't let that happen. Plus it smelled really good. She currently had a pink vanilla one which was heave-
... Wait, what?
She eyed Kennedy. Uhhhmmmmmmmmmm. He was wrong, did he know? Dad had told her all about astre- astire- astrolomismmssmsms? Something like that. And they were NOT the same as constellations, puh-lease professor. They were children but they weren't DUMB. She straightened in her seat and was about to tell him how wrong he was when he continued. HMPF. She didn't want to lose points but H M P F. Saved by.. yourself, Professor.
Turning to Zoryn as the class babbled about the snooze-inducing Orion constellations (puh-LEASE Professor!), Philippa whispered conspiratorially, "he's wrong! He answered Derf wrong!" And she was OH SO ABSOLUTELY satisfied that she'd picked up on it. A mirror call with her dad was so happening tonight, he'll be super proud!
Wait, why were they conjuring stars. Stellaris? What? She hadn't paid attention. With a suffered sigh, the twelve year old pulled out her wand just eyed people. Eh.
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