 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Philippa, true to her word, had slipped in after pretty Felicity and eyed everyone with distaste. Yes, distaste, because almost all of them had better roles than her but were obviously less talented than she was. So, distaste.
CAST CHANGES WHAT??!
Zooming up to Myers as fast as her legs could carry her, she grabbed the new list from his hands. Where was she, where was she.... HANG ON. Whut. NO. That's- UGH, he messed up AGAIN. ;_____;
Looking up at Zoryn, she really had to agree and nodded her head before she caught sight of her name on Zoryn's paper. OI. Looking at her own to double check, she saw that indeed PROFESSOR MYERS HAD MISSPELLED HER NAME.
The RUDENESS. The ... the... the R U D E N E S S. Stomping up to him, yes even in his Screaming Director mode she was not afraid of him, Philippa was about to tell him ALL the things when he yelled for Derf and Abey Botros to start and she chickened out. She didn't really want him to be mad at her and kick her out completely, that would be the absolute worst thing ever and she'd have to leave Hogwarts. Because priorities.
So, instead of yelling, she brought forth pitiful tears and gently tapped Myers' shoulder. SEE THIS IS ACTING. WERE THEY WATCHING. "P-p-professorrrrrrrrr," oh how sad she was, most sad, the saddest, "you spelled my name wrong... does that mean you don't think I'm important to the play?" Sniffle sniffle.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end
Last edited by Daemon; 10-17-2017 at 02:48 PM.
Reason: I can spell only on Tuesdays and Thursdays
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