 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
It was with a feeling of trepidation making his stomach feel all knotted and slightly queasy as Thomas trudged his way into the potions classroom with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep in his trouser pockets. True, he was a Gryffindor and he was supposed to be all brave and courageous and all that but... Lafay made him anxious. The 'I ain' takin' no crap from no one' attitude and the lion in him practically turned into a mouse when he was in this room.
Frowning as usual he made his way past the woman, nodding his head at her, “Professah, Lafay.” he greeted in his thick South London accent. Being a creature of habit, he took his usual seat at the back of the classroom and rested his chin on his hand. He sat patiently waiting for the lesson to begin.
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