"How do people handle this?" She thought to herself, skimming through another page. A moment later, Earlia was back to procrastinating. She began to tap her fingers so to create a harmonious melody, but all it sounded like was morse code. Sighing, she looked around the room at all the other prisoners like her. She noticed a girl with dirty blonde hair sitting a few tables away, reading the same book as her. Upon closer inspection, Earlia realized that the girl was in her Charms class as well. Not wanting to be rude, and in need of some help, she timidly walked up to the girl, reciting what she was going to say in her head.
Stammering a bit, she said, "H-hello there! I was j-just looking around the room and r-realized you and I are in the s-same Charms class." Not waiting for a reply, she hurriedly continued, "M-my name's Earlia Grey by the w-way, if you happened to be wondering.
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