07-05-2012, 02:11 AM
Maddelynn took down notes as Quirrell spoke. Her hand moved slowly, as to form each cursive letter perfectly. She was taught from a young age that notes are useless if you can't read them. When she finished writing, she stared up at Quirrell in silent disbelief. Work with her random seat mate? She didn't even know that boy! Her shoulders sagged again and she put her pen down. Only then did she realize that Wood was speaking to her. She blinked and turned to face him. She looked down to his hand and paused. Giving her head a gentle shake, she took his hand and smiled, "Maddelynn Bennett."
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