CURSE YOU, LOTTIE.
I’m still going. Youth wasn’t this weak in my day.
I’m obviously not.
Everyone is flawless, Lucy. Including you. Don’t worry about what everyone says.
Professor Lottie’s got a few flaws.
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Hullo, everyone.
Oh, hello, Professor Lottie. I’m Lennox Campbell.
How old are you, Len -dmeyourpenis -nox?
Uh.. Seventeen.
YES! SHE IS MOVING ON TO SOMEONE ELSE!
No, bitch, no.
Hullo, everyone.
Oh, hello, Professor Lottie. I’m Lennox Campbell.
How old are you, Len -dmeyourpenis -nox?
Uh.. Seventeen.
Mmm. I love the smell of the age of consent in the morning.
Hullo, everyone.
Oh, hello, Professor Lottie. I’m Lennox Campbell.
How old are you, Len -dmeyourpenis -nox?
Hullo, everyone.
Hel-lo, handsome. And who might you be?
Lottie wasn't made to be a teacher; this wasn't her life's calling. In fact, for the first week she was working in the school she thought she'd been hired as a life-drawing model, subsequently scarring most of the student body for life. She wears sunglasses in class so she can sit at her desk and sleep until it's at least one o'clock. Lottie isn't above inhaling the art chemicals, either. The only reason Dumbledore hasn't fired her yet is because she accepts her payment in hairspray, alcohol and free food. As she has recently decided she's a Buddhist, her dream is to be cremated in the sacred cremation temples in Salvadordali (That is where the monks are, isn't it sweetie-darling?). Though her friends have reservations; the alcohol in her system would keep her burning for days.
booze
- fags
- and jacques, darling
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