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The Gryffindor didn't even hesitate when he saw the lint rollers. Instead, he picked one up and rolled his robes down as if it was something completely ordinary and reasonable, which really it wasn't. But he didn't even second guess it this time. Just did it, as it was habitual. And he respected Professor Flamsteed.
Anyways.
Astronomy. It was Lottie's subject. Oh, man. This would be weird. Suddenly, he wasn't feelin' all too jazzed about this... But still, he made his way into the class room and gave his Professor a small salute despite. That's what Professor Flamsteed, right? The saluting. "Hi, Professor, are we carving pumpkins?" Hardly related to Astronomy.... Anyways. Time to pick a seat. Always the hardest part of any class, unless you were considering potions and runes because those ones only got harder and harder. Seats were hardly the problem. ANYWAYS, sitting. Right. That's what he was going to do here. OH, Agatha looked like she needed some company. So yes. Agatha, sitting by her and the window and giving her a small smile. Mhm. Hey.
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