- Messages
- 4,589
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Curly 13" Rigid Pine Wand, Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20 (21/9/2043)
Aine liked maths. It was rational and made a lot more sense than magic. Plus, it would probably be more helpful in her day to day life. It was strange to her that the school didn't really seem to teach maths or language or science or any of those basics. Maybe potions would apply to like, cooking, or something? Or maybe it was a kind of chemistry?
Aine looked down. Her numbers were getting squished together as she wrote while unfocused again. Sighing, she scribbled out what she was doing and started again. She'd been sent some year 7 worksheets to work through in her spare time and that felt much more comfortable to go through than just reading Charms texts and hoping that she absorbed the information.
Her calculator didn't work, but at least she had a ruler, protractor, and an awful lot of paper, pencils and erasers. It probably looked strange to a lot of students in the library, seeing this eleven year old hunched over muggle schoolwork and occasionally whispering numbers to herself to aid in her memory, but thankfully for Aine, she was absorbed enough in what she was doing to not even imagine scornful glances, let alone look to see if there were any.
Aine looked down. Her numbers were getting squished together as she wrote while unfocused again. Sighing, she scribbled out what she was doing and started again. She'd been sent some year 7 worksheets to work through in her spare time and that felt much more comfortable to go through than just reading Charms texts and hoping that she absorbed the information.
Her calculator didn't work, but at least she had a ruler, protractor, and an awful lot of paper, pencils and erasers. It probably looked strange to a lot of students in the library, seeing this eleven year old hunched over muggle schoolwork and occasionally whispering numbers to herself to aid in her memory, but thankfully for Aine, she was absorbed enough in what she was doing to not even imagine scornful glances, let alone look to see if there were any.