Year/Job
Sixth Year
Metamorphmagus
Alanna
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Post by Angel Taylor on Apr 29, 2024 19:17:35 GMT -8
Boredom was chewing away at what little sanity Angel had. How was three weeks detention fair?! Ne'd only dropped a few stinkbombs in Mr. Anderson's classroom. Sure it was an inclosed space, and yeah someone might've barfed on a desk or two, allegedly. But was it really that bad in the grand scheme of things?
Apparently that was not a good argument in nir own defence, or so Angel had been told.
Huffing out a breath Angel blew long strands of blond hair out of nir face and let the locks fall back down deep blue instead. Another breath and Angel changed the colour of nir fringe to a pretty royal purple. Could ne pull off purple?
Changing the colour of nir hair didn't help alleviate Angel's boredom any. So ne changed tactics: quietly ripping off a square of parchment and folding it up into a tiny turtle. Like a mature sixth year Angel then flicked the tiny parchment turtle at the person seat in front of nem.
Tags: None Notes: Open to anyone who'd be in detention
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