 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
If Jessa Cambridge noticed or felt any particular way about the change in the floor, it did't show. Dull, inattentive eyes barely spared the floor--or the class' new decor--more than a passing glance before settling on the plump cushion chair she would be choosing. It was one by a window for when she inevitably began to zone out in the lesson.
"Hello, Professor." She offered, her tone neither upbeat nor particularly down. By now, the monotone may have been something of a common occurrence as the Ravenclaw found it harder and harder to be enthused about lessons.
What was the point? She couldn't remember the last time she'd been challenged.
Preparing for the lesson ahead, Jessa sat cross legged and trained her gaze on the outside. Hopefully something would catch her attention.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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