 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Nettie was always relieved when it was time for one of the classes taught by an actual professor, as opposed to one of the ones that had been replaced with a Ministry transplant. Even though she was rubbish at Arithmancy, she enjoyed the professor, and there was something nice about the math portion of it. Math was the same no matter what you did - there was always a right answer. Cut and dry. She enjoyed that.
So, naturally, she headed to the left of the room where the desks were set up. As much as she wanted to plop down on one of those comfy pillows, she knew deep down that she was one who liked organization and routine in her life. Therefore, she figured the desks were the best choice.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |