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Sylvie was in a bad mood.
There, that's all anyone needed to know.
Messy blonde hair carelessly pulled up in a bun, Sylvie's hands remained in her pockets as she looked between the students present, 1. because she wanted to find her best friend and hopefully cheer up, and 2. because she needed to see where they were, in order to avoid them. The latter was possibly more important than the former to be honest.
Workouts? "I run every day, sometimes in the morning, most times in the evening. I used to do it so I could fall asleep, but now," side eyes at her, because she stole her answer, "I run because it keeps me fast, and I like being fast."
Also, professor, she did not want long term assingments OR reminds about OWLs this year, thank you very much. Sincerely, Sylvanas UPSET Norcott.
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