 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Adjusting the strap of his messenger bag, Ronan was daydreaming as he walked into the classroom and stopped short at the surprising interior. Uhm. Why was the sky red? This was Transfiguration, right? He hadn't accidentally walked into some advanced weather charms lesson right? If Ronan hadn't spotted Professor Eris standing by the blackboard, he'd had gone to the trouble of double checking his schedule. He wasn't even sure he had it on him.
"Hello Professor," Ronan greeted his teacher with a smile and a nod, carefully putting his bag in the lowest cubby he could find. As an added precaution he removed his cloak and folded it with the yellow facing up next to the bag. Distinct enough? He really didn't want someone to accidentally take his bag at the end of the lesson. That would be horrible.
Flicking his wrist to snap his wand out of its holster, Ronan looked around for familiar faces.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |