Studious Not Studious PV Marcella A.

September 2025
History of Magic Classroom
With @Marcella di Angelo
320WC

Everything or everyone has their own history. How can they become like now. Why and what. No exception for magic. Especially for magic. Yeah, yeah, she got that. And honestly, she eager to knowing that. There is no one she could asked about that subject, that's why, even her parents who didn't even aware if magic still existed in this modern era.

In the class, while Professor started the lesson, Millie doesn't need to pretend so hard as the studious, clever, enthusiastic girl—as a lot of people thought of Ravenclaws. No. She just did as her usual stance. Sat as relaxed as possible. Back leaned backward on the chair. Eyes wildly traced the words transcribed on the textbook. Ears steady, listening of what Professor had said from her place in the front of class. Old, ancient Middle East and Chinese. Alot of mystery that covered tight under the seal people only thought as a fable, myth, old stories, conspiracy, whatever its name.

As she still listening quietly the Professor moved on to the next topic, Millie isn't deaf to hear the faint sound of yawn from maybe the front or back row where she sat. She just looked up, chin still glued on the top of her hand, looking at how one of her classmate sitting directly on the front of her desk became sluggish and slowly glued to their own table. Professor hasn't realized it yet, so maybe that's why they become more glued to their seat.

Millie softly cleared her throat, totally don't want to be included. But when she looked to the side, at a girl who wore the same blue badge as hers, she quickly bend to her side as if her life depend on it. Catching the quill that almost fall and hit the ground, that would likely be a chance to Professor to looked at here because of the smallest sound it made. Don't.