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Post by Morgana Ianthine on Sept 20, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -6
It was just starting to get on towards dusk when Morgana walked into the Three Broomsticks, dressed for comfort rather than to impress and toting a large, dark brown bag.
She sat down at the bar, plopping her bag down into the countertop before her, and wearily asked the bartender for a butterbeer. "Maybe tip just a little vodka into it accidentally?" she asked, pulling her wand out of her bag and waving it at her hair, which promptly tied itself up out of her face and into a high ponytail.
While the bartender got her drink, Morgana shoved her wand back into her bag and instead pulled out a moleskine notebook and a quill. Opening the notebook to the first blank page, which was opposite a page holding scribbles that might have said something about an "evil robot". On the new page, she carefully wrote at the top in clear, block letters, "Lesson Plans". She underlined the heading, then sat back and stared blankly at the page. Her butterbeer arrived, and she sipped absently at it while continuing to eye the page, a distressed crease developing between her eyebrows. |
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