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This was a conspiracy. Why were all the Professors trying to feed them after such a long tradition of 'no food in the classroom'? Call him paranoid after being shrunk, nearly stomped on and stuffed into another Professor's pocket but this whole tea set wasn't sitting well with the 13 year old.
Blaise entered the room, his hesitance as clear as day. He...wasn't so sure he liked where this was going at all.
The boy took a seat at one of the tables, his quill floating along just over his shoulder with his notepad. "Is there anything we should know about the food, Professor?" Because he wasn't NOT gonna ask. Never again would he blindly put his faith in those set above him. That kind of trust was hard to regain when you realized what they were all capable of.
"Also, good day." Never let it be said he was rude.
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