Lateness, French, and other stuff
“Huh?”
“GET YOUR BUTT MOVING!!” Tally yelled in Vanessa’s ear.
“Well somebody’s up…” Another girl grinned. A gold badge glistened on her chest. “I’m a prefect, my name is Reyna.”
“Hi, I’m Vanessa.”
Reyna had no time to reply, the bell rang and Vanessa scrambled for her robes.
“Pourquoi n’avez –vous pas me re`veiller plus t^ot?!?” Vanessa was in such a rush, she forgot how to speak English!
“Hey French fries, a little translation would help,” Tally teased.
“Vous me faites en retard en classe! Sorry, translation of what I said first: Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!? Second thing I said: You are making me late for class!”
“Phew. I thought you called me a retard.” Tally grinned.
Vanessa quickly got dressed and ran out the door to arithmancy, ignoring Tally’s excessive laughter as they both ran to class. The pair got there in the nick of time, the doors were about to close. At the end of class, Tally and Vanessa both earned and extra amount of homework due to them “interrupting” the class, as Professor Sonorus put it. Vanessa was not happy, I can tell you that.
Sorry this is so short, I had writer's block :(
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