Post by Professor H. Dark on Aug 26, 2005 23:14:27 GMT -5
Harley sat at her deck tapping the pointed end of her quill on her desk. She looked around unsure of what the students had learned in their years.
Standing up she faced a chalk bored and groaned, she was allergic to chalk, and waved her wand quickly making the following words appear: "What do you want to get out of this class? What is it you would like to learn about?" Then with another wave of her wand her name appeared at a corner of the board
Standing up she faced a chalk bored and groaned, she was allergic to chalk, and waved her wand quickly making the following words appear: "What do you want to get out of this class? What is it you would like to learn about?" Then with another wave of her wand her name appeared at a corner of the board
