 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
The points loss went right over Sylvie's head, honestly so used to it at this point that it didn't affect her. Stand? Minus points. Sit? Minus points. Eat? Minus points? Breathe? Live? Exist? Minus points. Graffitiing the contraband list, though, had been a nice round dose of zero points. HEHE.
Smiling at Max and returning Cam's eye roll, she sat and began slouching in her chair before Sabra mentioned the topic of today's lesson. HIEROGLYPHS. Sylvie sat up VERY quickly, suddenly the best and most attentive student anyone's ever seen.
"They're pictographs! Sort of.." Sylvie, as a longtime art club member, knew things like this. She LOVED things like this. "Egyptians would use 'em to write. Uhh.. record keep, yeah," she added, nodding to the Ravenclaw girl. Whatever she said. Sylvie had full faith in the Ravenclaw house.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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