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hermionesclone 
"Evening, Mr Muir. Are you ready for this school year?" Fifth year was a big year but, well, maybe he didn't need to tell the boy that. It was only the first night, after all.
His mallow was finally starting to get some color on it. Finnlay was definitely a proponent of the 'low and slow' cooking method. Because tasting burnt sugar was not on his list of experiences that were enjoyable. Pulling his mallow towards himself, he inspected the color carefully as Hirsch spoke. "
Define ready, I suppose?" he said unhelpfully. The boy shrugged and stuck his treat back in the glow of the flames. "
I'm not gonna lie, everyone always says fifth year makes your brain to mush and I confess I rather like mine the solid way." A grimace, a noncommittal grunt. "
But I'm going to make the best of it. I don't have family or connections in the magical world now my uncle's died, so my O.W.L.s are more important than ever." And he wanted to make his late uncle, the only other wizard in the family, proud with his results.
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hermionesclone But in regards to the scheduling, he shook his head slightly and asked, "Still in that summer mode?" A part of him still was. "On the bright side, this is your last year of taking the compulsory subjects and then you can drop the ones you don't like that much, including the ones that require too much walking." Hopefully that didn't mean Defence but, you know, he was biased.
So even though the comment was directed towards Jessa, it applied to him as well as a fellow fifth year. And oh yeah, he had totally forgotten about that! Nice! Except, well, that meant he sort of needed to know what direction he was heading for a career.
Stink. I don't even know if I want to work in the wizarding world or the muggle world yet! This year was going to be challenging for his brain on so many levels, he could already tell. This school had a mental health ward, right? Right?!
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hermionesclone He didn't know how many more people were coming, especially seeing as this wasn't exactly a compulsory event, so the man sat up slightly and turned to the group at large. "Welcome," he called, clapping his hands once in an attempt to grab everyone's attention, "to this very casual, very comfortable pyjama party. If you haven't already, grab something to eat, something to drink and get comfortable around the fire. Use this as an opportunity to get to know each other." He was very chilled out about this, in case it wasn't obvious enough yet. "Oh, the pizza rolls are very nice, by the way. I highly recommend them."
Pizza rolls? Of all the things, he recommends the pizza rolls?! Weren't adults supposed to have, like, more sophisticated palates or something?
Smirk.
See, this was why he liked Hirsch. Still a kid at heart, but totally one of the smartest people in the whole castle as well. And speaking of treats, his marshmallow was officially the perfect shade of golden brown the whole way around.