 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Emmerson Cambridge positioned herself at the very back of the potions classroom. Out of sight, out of the way should the professor decide to pick on kids to provide responses. If she could get away with it, Emm would be outside the classroom altogether.
Somewhere else.
The Gryffindor sank into her seat, paying no particular attention to the reunions taking place around her. She didn't have a pet and hadn't really been paying attention to which might or might not have been around. Artemis was only a toy, a toy that thankfully had chosen to sleep through the ransacking.
"Good morning, Professor Varma." It was uncertain the woman could hear her over all the animals but Emmerson didn't have much more in her.
Emm hated being here. The wind had entirely been taken from her sails and she didn't want to deal with a smelly owl. Weren't these things gone anyway?
__________________ 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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