 A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Trissa had to set her potion-making kit beside her on the stone floor outside the classroom and pulled up the gold-colored bow in her hair that had slipped down earlier. Once she was satisfied, the Gryffindor picked up her belongings and entered the classroom.
Pumpkins. A lot of them. One on each desk. She briefly wondered which potion involved pumpkins "What's up,
professor ?" she flashed a smile before she walked to a seat somewhere at the back.
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