 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
After seven terms, the fact there was always a DADA lesson the morning after the feast didn’t bother Gracelyn overly much. Between some morning yoga stretches and breakfast, she was rather awake. Not to mention the news that there would be Board members observing things, which had rather put her on the slightest of edges, which also made her more awake than usual. Either way, she’d figured she’d be fine on that aspect of things. No lectures over falling asleep and not being constantly vigilant on her part.
Plus, just in case, she had wrestled her hair into a French braid on the walk from the Great Hall to the DADA classroom. Only to have lowered her hands slowly at the abrupt change from the early morning light in the corridor to night in the forest. “Hello, Headmaster Trent,” she said in greeting, giving him a smile as she was joining him and the other students who had gathered nearby. Hopefully some of her friends would arrive soon.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |