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Jaemin had been sitting in his seat, half-listening to other peoples' answers about the apples, half lost in thoughts about apple blossoms and how apples were related to roses, when the ghost appearing snapped his attention into teeny tiny pieces. Pieces that she then gathered up and kept for herself, because how could one not pay attention to someone being so... boisterous?
Jaemin stared at the ghost with wide eyes, expression a bit dubious. The idea of ghosts being able to go wherever they wanted to go, and not knowing when they were there or if they were going to pop up, was still unsettling to him. And this new ghost seemed to know a lot about Professor Flamsteed's... er... decorations?
He didn't connect the dots until The Dot said the thing. And then, Jaemin's wide, curious eyes went to the professor. A tattoo??? Professor Flamsteed??? The man who made them use a lint roller, and who had freaked out over his suit so badly last term that Jaemin had been convinced that the man was part fainting goat for a good long while? That Professor Flamsteed? With a tattoo? They made sense on Hirsch, but... not on Professor Flamsteed.
Professor Flamsteed was too clean-cut for that.
Right?
Stare. Stare. Stare. |