Christa felt nervous as she walked into Charms class again. The last class had left her feeling a little unsteady on things and now this class was going to start with actually doing spells. God, she was going to mess up big time, she could already tell. She just knew she would. As she fell...
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Messages and Mementos from your Hogwarts Extended Family!
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Christa followed along with Mania, especially in these early days of the school, she tried not to get left behind too much and followed either Mania or Peregrine mostly so she didn't get lost. It wasn't even just the castle as much as there just being so much around that was confusing and...
Christa had been looking forward to this class all week. She entered the classroom with her bag slung over her shoulder, taking a seat near the middle of the room. She greeted a few of her classmates with a quick smile but mostly kept to herself, pulling out her notebook and quill to be ready...
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The Great Hall was filled with people and an energy that Christa wasn't used to. The long tables were laden with plates of food and goblets of pumpkin juice and the hum of laughter and chatter filled the air. It was almost mid October and Halloween would be...
Christa hesitated outside Professor Grayveson's office, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She had been unsure about coming but was curious about the invitation and appreciated the chance to ask questions. Steeling herself, she stepped inside and was immediately comforted by the cozy...
Christa glanced curiously at the bassinet near the professor's desk as she entered the classroom, a slight smile tugging on her lips. She quickly found a seat and set her notebook on the desk, her fingers drumming lightly on its cover as she listened to the professor. The unfamiliar greeting...
Christa was excited to have a club room where she could pretty much do whatever she wanted. Making her scrapbooks would be so much easier if she had access to the proper materials. "Oh cool! Thanks," she took a sticker and signed her name before heading in search of another group to join...
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