Dylan was back...and totally finished. It had been time consuming...and his body hurt from running around...and his eyes felt REALLY itchy and irritated. He was done, though. D. O. N. E.
With great care, the Slytherin set the sextant back down on the Professor's desk...because he didn't know what else he was meant to do with it...and retook his seat.
"Professor...." Dylan raised his hand.
"....do you maybe have eyedrops...that might help with this itchiness?"...because his eyes were legit KILLING him...and that wasn't good....because he was a SEEKER...and....HE NEEDED HIS EYES.
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