 Wowza!
If she was being honest with herself, Willow had to admit that she was quite surprised -in a good way- of her perfomance so far this term in the subject. Not that she had ever been a bad History of Magic student with Lainey, but she was doing better now--which explained why a small smile danced upon her rosy lips as she stepped inside the classroom.
However, as soon as she was inside, the smile left her face.
She shivered.
Why on Merlin's beard was the classroom so bloody cold? Had Trubridge left the windows opened? No, he had not. Then why was it so cold? Willow did not like feeling cold. She didn't even like snow, for crying out loud. Pursing her rosy lips and wrapping her arms around herself, the gilr found a seat around the middle of the classroom, before taking out her parchment, quill, and ink.
That was, of course, when she noticed the Professor. The professor and his feet on the desk. How nice. Not. "Good day, Professor Truebridge?" Hesitantly, the girl said. In truth, the man seemed to be napping, but Willow could not be sure for he wa wearing those shades once again. What a strange man.
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