Anne did her best not to roll her eyes as Violet quoted some book in her head. Anne didn't dislike the French; she found the language needlessly flowery and found their muggles rather pathetic soldiers, but that was closer to 'pity' than 'dislike' for Anne. That, and Violet had pronounced her name wrong when they met. Anne hadn't quite let that go.
Anne knew most of the details, and she assumed any child raised magical would have investigated by now. How rubbish at magic would you need to be to not want to try? Anne made a few scribbles in her notes about the essay (why was it always essays?) and then punched her hand into the air. "Professor, when do we start practicing?"
Anne knew most of the details, and she assumed any child raised magical would have investigated by now. How rubbish at magic would you need to be to not want to try? Anne made a few scribbles in her notes about the essay (why was it always essays?) and then punched her hand into the air. "Professor, when do we start practicing?"