 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Ayana was certain about one thing. As she looked around at the sea of young faces, she realised she was far less eager to return home than a good percentage of the student population. The staff too, most likely, and the thought didn't trouble her as much as it likely should have. The mist was such an anomaly, such an interesting piece of terrifying magic, that the thought of leaving without getting some sort of insight was hard to swallow.
Her children are fine at home, and they talk regularly regardless. Yes, perhaps the wife wouldn't be thrilled, but she hadn't been so thrilled about the other woman's decisions either so- Ahem. Regardless, perhaps she would stick around for a while.
Wrapping her light green shawl around her, Ayana greeted everyone as she sat down and quietly nodded towards her back-of-the-line fellow teachers. That underground walk to Hogsmeade would remain in her memory for years to come.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |