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Post by hannah on Apr 7, 2010 19:28:41 GMT -5
hannie stared down at her notebook in fierce concentration. maybe if she stayed like this, and pretended to study, magic would sink in and fill her mind with all she needed to know. after about ten minutes of doing this, hannie came to the conclusion that she had no such luck. straightening and blinked her hazel colored eyes down at the paper, she let out a long sigh and groan medley, her neatly trimmed brows knitting together. why did they have to learn muggle stuff anyway? it was a waste of time- she knew most of it already. her professor ... well that was a different story. he believed muggles were everything. apparently the guy needed to get laid.
picking a fuzzy off of her shirt between her index finger and thumb, hannie proceeded to flick it away, letting it fall onto the marble underneath her feet. she watched it fall slowly, not making it to the ground until pigs could fly. when it finally landed delicately on the ground, hannie looked up, her gaze drifting around. boys and girls traveling between classes, or eating lunch from not-brown-bags, were littered all over the place. they were preppy, most of them donning clown-like makeup and utterly hideous witch hats. hannie vaguely remembered hearing they were in style these days. she glanced down, her own converse ripped at the seams and fading in the sunlight they used to be red, though they kind of looked like a wilted orange tomato now.
she wiggled her toes, able to see the movement through the now-thin canvas. she sighed a little under her breath and looked up once more. they all had perfect hair too. no matter how hard the wind from windows blew and spit at them, their hair never fell out of place. she had to get some of that hairspray, whatever it was. or not ... she'd laugh the day their hair all fell out from toxic products in the super-spray. unless they were using magic. well ... she'd need to learn that spell then. tilting her head to the side and reaching up to sratch lightly at an itch on her collarbone, hannie's eyes zoomed back and forth. watching. this was the school she'd loved and loathed for so many years. the phantom wind blew as if agreeing with her, mussing her hair and swinging some of it into her face. just dandy.
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