10-12-2017, 01:15 PM
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Demiguise
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Originally Posted by emjay Strangely enough, Astronomy had grown to be one of Henry's favorite classes. Not so much for the academic aspect because, quite frankly, Henry often found that to be boring, and he rarely saw much of a practical aspect like he did with Charms or Transfiguration. But he rather enjoyed stargazing with a certain someone and could appreciate those particular lessons. Plus, how lucky was he to get assigned a seat next to his girlfriend?
Since he was such an early riser to make sure he could get in his daily morning runs, Henry had taken a short nap earlier before class to make sure he was wide awake for this late night lesson. Smiling widely as he followed Charlotte into the classroom, he greeted Mr. Kennedy cheerfully. "Hello, Professor!"
Turning to head towards his seat, he noticed a door that he hadn't remembered seeing at the back of the room. He slipped into his seat, twisting his body a bit so that he was facing Char with his eyes turned towards the door. "Was that always there?" he asked her. Had he just not noticed it before? "Was what?" Char asked even as she turned to look. Oh. Door. Humm. She'd been too busy looking...you know, elsewhere.
AND greeting the professor of course. "I don't know, I've never noticed it before." She admitted to Henry. What could it be for? In relation to Astronomy anyways?
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...... now she couldn't think of anything else. Charlotte kept shooting impatient little glances back at it. Were she any younger, likely she'd have got up and inched closer and closer and tried to open it herself out of sheer curiosity, but the eighteen year old stayed put. Next to her headboyfriend.
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