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Well, ok.
This was going to be juuuuuust fine. He'd been called to teachers PLENTY of times in the past and he was always perfectly fine afterwards. Granted, he'd never been summoned to a teacher turned people into dungbeetles for a profession, but that sounded terribly illegal and she wouldn't do it.
Squaring his thin shoulders, Benzi put on his most studious face (which basically meant wiping an ever present smirk and trying to look sincere) and knocked on the door. He couldn't help but remember the last time he was here, handing in the Trasnfiguration homework. He'd had maybe a minute to the deadline when he'd sprinted out of the common room and just managed to stuff in his parchment with perhaps two seconds to spare. Or two seconds overdue, he couldn't tell.
Either way, he would be FINE. JUST FINE.
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