Naima wasn't much of one for interacting in class, especially History of Magic. So she sat in the middle of class, as per usual, quill in hand and making notes. She'd found it quite amusing, to see Mr. Fudge asleep in the middle of class, but she knew better than to laugh. Still, she couldn't have helped the small quirk of a smile from her face. But class had otherwise been...uneventful. Goblin rebellions aside, Naima knew she probably wouldn't need much of this information for her future.

Especially if Mama insisted she go to finishing school.

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