 Wowza!
Tugging lightly on a lock of dark chocolate hair, the seventh year entered the Observatory with determined steps and with an indifferent expression plastered on her pale face.
Because this was not the History of Magic classroom. What was wrong with the History of Magic classroom that they just had to take the class in the observatory? Also, where was the furniture? The room was completely empty, if you overlooked the people already in there - which, if you are Willow Kovac, you would.
Frowning, the brunette went to lean against the wall and dropped her messenger bag on the floor.
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