 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Even though he still had that mandrake leaf still in his mouth, there was no way that Frankie was going to be missing a Duelling Club meeting. Though he was there, the blond wouldn't be speaking much, if at all. Talking with a mouth full of leaf was difficult, man. So hopefully that wasn't going to be an issue. At the least, he could communicate via Flagrate or parchment-writing and, if spellwork was required, do nonverbals (he was starting to get quite comfortable with those).
The moment he entered the arena, the Gryffindor prefect noticed that everything seemed to be in its usual place. The only difference he took note of was that there were extra cushions and mats. What were those for, Hershey?
Blue eyes meeting the eyes of the Defence professor, the sixth year gave the man a courteous nod of a his head. He was about to turn away and claim the best seat in the room when he did a double take. That blonde head of hair ... seemed oddly familiar ... WAS THAT ALEXA CAMBRIDGE? Frankie waved at her. Hey, girl, hey! Long time no see! How long had it been since she graduated? He was just a wee little lion when she was Queen Bee Head Girl.
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