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What? They were supposed to tell their names? Didn't she already know them?! Professor Welton had known... Catching that edge, Evan rose in the seat and muttered a "Evan Cartwright, Slytherin," with the same edge she had. Yeah, still mourning over Welton... and he wasn't falling for this stupid act of 'oh see, sweets for right answers!' thing. He wasn't gonna touch that.
Resting his arm on the desk, palm up, he put his cheek on it in an angle that he hoped would cover him. And he was listening, really. The act of listening didn't require open-eyes. |