Eline rolled her eyes at Brenna and ran her fingers through her hair at an attempt to calm herself, it usually worked and this time was no disappointment. She stared at Brenna for a moment the sighed.
“I thought it’d be an easy E,” she admitted solemnly. “But honestly, why would anyone ever need to know how a stove works? Most Muggles don’t even know that! Or at least my grandmother doesn't, but then again she still calls the freezer the ice box...” Eline ranted loudly. She didn’t care if she was in the library where she was suppose to keep quiet.