Sativa pulls her hair back into a ponytail and opens her books, *annoying quills* she mutters * why can't we study muggle writing utensils?*
As she attempts to write, a blob of ink escapes and drips into her book. *Merlin's beard! why does everything have to start out crummy* she thinks as she looks around, hoping no one saw her making a fool of herself.
__________________ My broken heart makes me smile |