Post by Marisa Porter on May 15, 2008 6:29:37 GMT -5
Marisa quickly gathered up her things after McGonagall dismissed them from class. She was fine in Transfiguration, but it wasn't her favorite class out of all the ones she took. She quickly walked out of the room and started down the hall.
Transfiguration was her last class for the day and she was relieved, even if she had some essays to start and finish. When she saw an open bench close to one of the windows on the sixth floor, she sat down and dropped her bag at her feet. Man, was that thing heavy. She grabbed one of the ponytail holders from her wrist and sighed as she leaned against one of the poles, finally able to relax...even if it was for a minute
Transfiguration was her last class for the day and she was relieved, even if she had some essays to start and finish. When she saw an open bench close to one of the windows on the sixth floor, she sat down and dropped her bag at her feet. Man, was that thing heavy. She grabbed one of the ponytail holders from her wrist and sighed as she leaned against one of the poles, finally able to relax...even if it was for a minute
