 <.< >,> v.v ^,^!
Hmm was the chalkboard magical itself, almost like a muggle tablet or did the Professor charm the chalk to move independently? What about those decorations…conjured? Made by hand and then adhered to the walls and ceiling…? Did they need to be “uncharmed” to take down?
Auden still didn’t know if that was even a word.
All these thoughts and many more raced through the mind of the almost twelve year old as she scurried quickly into the classroom, giving the Professor a smile and shy nod in greeting as she slipped onto one of the paired desks.
The first year hadn’t exactly gotten the hang of how to observe her surroundings without being constantly surprised. Her large expressive eyes were almost comical in their hurry to drink up the magical details of the room. Being a muggleborn and having been thrust into magical society was still something she was getting used to. A part of her still thought that any moment now she was going to wake up from this amazing dream where magic was real. Thankfully, that part of her was getting smaller and smaller every day and hopefully one day soon it would all start to feel a bit more real. |