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The Ravenclaw beamed at the seventh year. Did she mention how much she liked hanging out and being around the older and more mature girls. Less drama, well at least drama that she wasn’t pulled into. Always a relief honestly. Plus they had been there you know. The awkward year, fourth year. ”I’m a little nervous. Yeah. Beater.” She was still in shock over it. Especially after dropping the bat in tryouts. She was sure she wasn’t going to make the team not as a beater anyway. That was the only position she really tried out for.
She listened to the next part of the directions from Professor Stewart. Grabbing the scissors in her free hand she cut the thread. That was right, right? Her brown eyes moving up toward the front of the classroom. Then she slipped the bobbin out of the holder. Like so.
She kept watching Professor Stewart She was slightly getting confused by all the little details and areas. Juniper took the threaded bobbin into the holder. Popping the plate off and placed the bobbin in, and covered the plate back up. Geez this was a lot of work. Muggles always seemed to have it so hard. Really magic made everything so much easier. She had been saying this for years.
Pulling on the end of the thread, and inserted it into eyelet of the needle. PHEW! WERE THEY DONE YET? This was all very exhausting. Oh, the foot pedal, she pushed the foot pedal. Now everything was ready to go.
Oh, question time… Fashion opinion. Did the ravenclaw even have an opinion on Fashion? No not really. Other than making her feel inferior in her own family. *Sigh* Anyway… she stared at the front of the room. Waiting for this conversation to past. She had completely zoned out to it now.
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You are Bread! |