[Apparently flipping through wizarding celebrity magazines under your desk is against the rules now. And the teachers are pretty intensely bothered by second and third offenses. Enough to make her copy lines for hours while her stomach protests loudly and a lovely hunger headache brews. When Robbie shows up with promises of food the second she's out of her evening hell, she greets him with an enthusiastic hug and fairly sincere praising, he's her hero, et cetera.]
[She's gotten enough food into her that she's feeling better now, and is leisurely (but messily) enjoying a chicken leg.]
's okay, worked out in the end, didn't it?
[She's a little too blissed out from suddenly being full of delicious food to care too much about her original punishment. She'll complain about it the next time they're bitching about this particular professor.]
Granted, the only "lesson" I learned is that my boyfriend kicks ass.
[She wipes the meaty juices off her lips with the back of her hand and leans over to kiss him on the cheek. Shh, she is totally a feminine sexy bombshell and not at all gross.]
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[She's gotten enough food into her that she's feeling better now, and is leisurely (but messily) enjoying a chicken leg.]
's okay, worked out in the end, didn't it?
[She's a little too blissed out from suddenly being full of delicious food to care too much about her original punishment. She'll complain about it the next time they're bitching about this particular professor.]
Granted, the only "lesson" I learned is that my boyfriend kicks ass.
[She wipes the meaty juices off her lips with the back of her hand and leans over to kiss him on the cheek. Shh, she is totally a feminine sexy bombshell and not at all gross.]