Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:589:C858:8060:5A6A-20200113031034/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200116040114

Clara walked to Charms. She found a seat at the front of the class (because she's a complete and total teacher's pet), and slid into it, hanging her bag over the back of her chair. She pulled out a binder, color coded for charms. The papers were shoved in it messily, because halfway through organizing it she'd started daydreaming, and then had to shove them all in when she was packing to leave. Now she straightened out all the papers, and made it so that there was an even amount in each flap.

-Chloe