 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The blond entered the Defence classroom way earlier than he had ever shown up to a History of Magic class. In all of his years at Hogwarts, Defence was his favourite. Frankie was always glad to show up to this class for two reasons: he had every ambition of getting into the YATI program once he graduated, and Hershey was a pretty cool dude. In his opinion, the best professor in the entire school even.
"Sup, professor?" the Head Boy greeted the tattooed man, giving him one of his classic head nods. His eyes then shifted over to the Auror standing next to him. Angelo Toussaint received a head nod as well. He seemed like a pretty chill guy, but he sadly was no Alexa Cambridge. The boy was secretly a little bummed out that she wasn't standing there with them, but he supposed she had other matters to attend to.
Truth be told, Frankie had other matters as well. The blackboard behind the pair caught his attention, which he took as a cue to find a seat and wait for class to begin. With a swagger in his step, he plopped himself down in a chair and reached forward for a lump of clay. He left the gloves where they were. Gryffindors didn't need gloves. Pssh!
For a moment, he sat there randomly rolling and mushing the clay. The first thing that came to mind tickled his funny bone, though he decided to begin moulding Plan B: a kappa.
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