❝ 'm not sure poe's hair was red. ❞
she’s peeking over the girl’s shoulder, her student’s lack of attention having not gone unnoticed. there was no malice in her bones, however, only mild amusement.
" how d'you know though, miss? y'met him? "
she snarks, grinning up at her teacher. she bites her lip, and puts her markers down, folding her hands over the book.















