She sighed, pushing her notebook and textbook away, giving up on trying to accomplish something, and leaned back in her chair, twirling her pencil around and around her fingers. She never got the hang of using a quill and had given up two days in, giving them (and the ink) away to the other girls in her dorm. If only she had someone to teach her about all this crazy stuff she didn't know about... she wasn't exactly what you'd call an "informed witch"- more like an "ignorant Muggle". She looked around for someone who looked like they knew what they were doing and waved at another girl who was similarly looking around the room, at another table.
esse quam videri
STA: 2 | AGI: 4 | STR: 7 | CTL: 6 | ArcP: 4 | ACC: 7