 Wowza!
Sighing quietly at the prospect of having to deal with plants, and most likely getting her precious hands and perfectly clean robes dirty in the process, the fourteen year old leaned back against her seat, before brushing her dark bangs out of her face.
This movement allowed her peripheral version to be more clear, which was the reason why Willow noticed that the seat beside her was no longer empty; Jean Raoul Devearux was now there. Greaaat. Now she would embarrass herself in front of a fellow older Ravenclaw. Perfect, just perfect. Now.
Giving the very tall boy a polite nod, Willow turned to look at the Professor, and payed attention to what he was saying.
So his name was Drago Carracio now? Well--that was going to confuse her.
Either way, he would always be Armand Erikson to her. The only person in the entire school with the ability of making her feel like a complete ignorant.
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