 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash entered charms class looking like a mess, because she was a mess today. She'd gotten no sleep last night, because she'd been catching up on homework. She hadn't had breakfast. And, crucially, she hadn't brushed her hair, which meant she felt very unpresentable and terrible. She hated everything. March, school, social interaction, everything.
...except for bubbles. "I don't know why you're blowing bubbles at us, but I like it," she commented, blowing a few bubbles back at the professor with her wand. "You should get a nonmagical bubble wand." She took a seat and rested her head on her desk, ignoring the gray flowers growing around her. |