PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Clank. Clank.
Rachel winced as she made her way down to Potions, her equipment shrunk and shoved in her bag were making the loudest noises possible and in the dark coridorrs of the dungeonsthe any sound became even LOUDER.
CLINK.
Hmphf. Sighing, she strode past the doors into the classroom and was happy to find that at least her spot hadn't been tak- WHAT WAS THAT SMELL?! The sixth year's eyes widened and almost all her bad mood had disappeared. Smiling openly now, she made her way lightly to her table, not even registering her noisy bag as she inhaled more of that lovely scent. She couldn't place the smells... All but one: the most obvious one - the smell of her and Jake's flat back in Hogsmeade... That musky, clean, sort of magical smell that only their place seemed to have...
She needed to go see Jake pronto. She missed him.
Shaking her head and smiling to herself, Rachel plopped her bag down and began taking out her equipment - one by one; taking it out, enlarging it -SNIFFSNIFF- and reaching back into her bag for the next item until she was all down. Melting into her seat, she moved her cauldron to the other side of the table so that she could freely inhale the sweet scents of the classroom without the metallic smell of pewter getting in the way.
INHALE. Sigh.
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