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Frankie had been tempted to dress up as Lord Voldemort, but he quickly remembered that the poor bloke had no hair. The Gryffindor was certainly not going to shave his head or crush his perfect hair with a bald cap for a class, so he simply watched everyone put on their silly costumes while he waited for an image of some dead guy to pop into his mind.
Shiny white teeth and luscious blond locks suddenly inspired him. The guy, who's face he had seen on plenty of his mum's books, was by no means someone he looked up to, save for his brilliant teeth and hair. The blond honestly didn't know much about the man, but he figured what's-his-face must've been famous since he sold all those books and stuff. Dressing up as that man turned out to be fairly easy; all he needed was a fancy cloak and a peacock feather quill. He already had the big smile and gorgeous hair covered like the guy had on all those book covers.
He found his seat moments before the ghost lady began class and started rattling off questions. Why was this class mandatory? To put them all to sleep. Duh. But Frankie didn't say that aloud. He just sat there, looking around at the others and their costumes. There was some guy with a gold earring that looked pretty cool -- and, oh, there was Salazar Slytherin! -- but why on earth would someone dress up as that old coot Dumbledore? -- and TWO Harry Potters? The boy wanted to slap his forehead.
The Gryffindor did respond to the second question though, with his hand raised in the air. "No offense, but I think a lot of history is kinda boring. Too many dates and facts to remember. Some of the stuff is pretty cool though. And I guess the things I am interested in and do remember are because of the specific people who were involved."
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