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"Duh. Of course I'm good at it. I'm good at practically everything." As if that needed explaining. She was Emmerson Cambridge, that practically spoke for itself. But you know who couldn't speak for themselves? HER.
One minute, she was yelling about chaos and anarchy and the next she'd been silenced, literally. Emm looked around, wondering who it could've been. Not Kale or Aboli, they were busy fighting each other. Not most of her team because they were busy...well...polluting. Rather than play detective, the little girl moved onto plan B.
One, did not silence Emmerson, not unless they were looking for a war.
She jumped down from the desk top, kicking over a chair as she did. Noise. She would bring noise. More noise than she could have ever made on her own. Forget throwing garbage around, the little girl had a point to make and one way or another, SHE WOULD BE HEARD.
Emm grabbed a textbook she'd found laying around in the disaster zone of a classroom and began banging it with all her might against the desk's surface. Could she get any louder? DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, OF COURSE SHE COULD! The Gryffindor moved along the desks, banging them as hard as she could with the textbook until she got to the wall with all the Muggle Studies supplies. She rummaged until she found a ruler thick enough then began banging THAT against the desks--and windows whenever she was close enough.
She was polluting the class as Schmoe had asked. Noise pollution. Yeah, she was paying 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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