 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Benzi shuffled into the Charms classroom after a few girls walked in, his robes askew as per usual. If he thought about it, which he didn't, he'd realise that not once had he actually looked presentable at Hogwarts. Oh, wait, for Transfiguration class.. But even then he'd forgotten to put socks on so he'd smelled his feet even when his shoes were on. It wasn't THAT bad, considering that most of the time he looked like he'd been subbing for the Quaffle, but still. It had smelled.
He'd also scared off a few disgusted girls, and THAT had been funny. Smirking at the memory, the eleven year old located Cutty and made a beeline towards his friend. "Perhaps he saw you eat dessert last night and thought a lesson on your feet might sort you out," he quipped, his grin lopsided.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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