07-05-2012, 12:54 AM
Maddelynn focused, as well as she could, on Professor Quirrell, but her attention was broken when she heard the door. She turned to see Wood coming through the door. She turned back Quirrell when he began again. Her shoulders drooped at the prospect of a year long project. She could handle a few weeks, but she worried that she might overwhelm herself. She looked to Oliver when he asked for writing utensils. She nodded silently and dug through her bag. She handed him a spare roll of parchment and dug further in the black bag. She pulled out a small bottle of ink, labeled 'spare' and a black-handled dip pen. Unlike her classmates, she avoided using feathered quills. She could never keep them nice, it seemed. Her feathers always looked chewed and half bare by the second week of school. She handed them to him with a soft smile, "There you go."
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