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Zander Adair was tired. Zander Adair was sleep deprived. Zander Adair was feeling all sorts of pressure. And yet somehow, Zander Adair managed to get himself out of bed this morning with time to grab a quick bite at breakfast and still make it to class on time. Man. Zander Adair had this down to a science. The science of waking up at the very last possible minute and still surviving Hogwarts. They should start a club for that. Zander could be president.
The Gryffindor was still tired as he walked into the classroom. Though he still noticed the note on the wall. Grabbing a board and a piece of chalk he went to-- Uh. Blink. Blink. Blink.
He stopped cold in his path, rubbing his eyes a bit. Okay, was he so sleepy that he was only seeing half of Professor Dakest this morning? This had never been a sideeffect... "Uh, good morning, Sir," he blinked a few more times before walking to find a piece of floor to sit at. Man. That was strange. Where did his legs go?
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