clara oѕwald. ❛ тнe ιмpoѕѕιвle gιrl. ❜ (oswinforthewin) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-03-07 22:37:00 |
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The bloody truth field was honestly (ha, funny!) getting on her nerves. At least on Trenzalore she was only bothered by it for a short time. It was going on days for Clara now, and she was regretting finding a job so soon. Having to be honest to a group of students? Not so good.
She walked into Granny's, fixing the shoulder strap of her red bag. She ordered a milkshake and took her seat in one of the booths with a sigh. The thought had crossed her mind a few times if this was the place she'd end up spending the rest of her life in. Being a teacher, afflicted by silly magic spells, and wondering what would happen next.
Really? She could just use some company to get her mind off everything.