a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
Carlton pranced into the room in a determined way. History of Magic again. It wasn't as bad at Ancient Runes where he basically said nothing but it was almost on the same level. He didn't know a thing about history of magic, but professor Newton had assured him that he contributed in her class anyway. Which made him feel important.
The castle was cold but the class room felt all warm and cozy when he stepped into it. "Good morning, professor Newton!" Carlton beamed as he entered.
Then he noticed some of the other students ate something. He shone up and strutted over to the cookies. "Thank you, professor." He murmured and with great care he picked up a cookie and waved with it to Charlotte in greeting. He took a seat, in the front of the class and nommed on his star-shaped cookie while he picked up his textbook, notes and quill.
Teach all the magic ways, professor Newton. He was ready.
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