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The more he listened to his classmates talk about their favourite characters and scenes was the more he found himself wondering what WAS this movie. Circe. Lots of twists and turns in this one, clearly.
For his part, Blaise listened--more accurately put, he peered over to make sure his quill was taking notes as he himself still was not. It was his quills job.
To help it along the way, after the Professor had written the extra facts on the board, the boy muttered them line by line so the quill could have them jotted down. Exams were a real thing, and although he might not have cared about some wizard off in Oz, the Professor might and at the end of the day she would be the one setting the exam paper.
As for any questions he might have had before the activity, that would be a nope. He seldom did.
Bentley turned to look at his cousin. To be fair the only thing he ever saw was rugby. He grew up watching that with his father because he was muggleborn. He wasn't exposed to or interested in the T.V that much, given the fact that any spare time at home was spent outside.
"Is any of this stuff even making sense to you? How do muggles come up with this stuff?" Witches melting because they have water thrown on them?
Rooney seemed to be in his element though. He couldn't recall the moment the boy got so.....odd. He couldn't think of a better word to describe the transformation.
To each his own though.
The fourth year leaned back in his chair, a little frown on his face as he listened.