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There was grass.
There. Was freaking. GRASS.
This was a VERY BIG DEAL, MKAY?!
He had only just found the room and taken a step inside -- thanks for all the signs, 'fessor -- when he found himself staring down at the thing beneath his feet. When was the last time he had seen these bad boys? The fifteen year old couldn't remember. Swear, it was THAT long ago. Unless he simply had a bad memory.
............. NAH!
Another interesting set up was the huge nest way over there. Er. Okay. Sure, that was completely normal. As long as the man didn't expect them to pretend to be magical birds and whatnot for the duration of the lesson, Grayson was cool with this. It would be like that History of Magic lesson all over again: one filled with hilarity and bucket loads of embarrassment.
"Hey, Professor!" he called as he made his way over there and plopped down on a blanket. HEATED blanket. Hello, YOU'RE certainly welcome. The cold really wasn't. So, the Slytherin wrapped the blanket around himself in an attempt to heat up. His bottom wasn't the ONLY thing that needed to be kept warm, you know.
Did the Professor realise that there was a sleeping hippie in the classroom?
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