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Mornings needed to be made illegal. Abra was actually seriously considering putting his name forward to be Minister for Magic and winning and actually literally banning mornings and anyone scheduling anything to take place before noon. Except that it seemed unlikely because probably only British wizards and witches could be British ministers and there wasn't much that an Egyptian minister could do about establishing laws in the UK. Also, he probably wouldn't win something like that anyway.
Abra didn't function properly in the mornings. He just didn't. It took him at least until lunch time to really get going - and by then the day was practically over, so he usually used that as his excuse to stop focusing much anyway.
It was a relief to get inside a WARM classroom after the chill (understatement; it was more like a deep freeze) that was lingering in the corridors, though for a split second Abra worried that it would be TOO warm and TOO relaxing and make him sleepy enough to lose focus for the lesson. But then he caught sight of the tables.
Tables. Grouped. Together.
Group work. FORCED group work.
Fear gripped him. This could be a disaster. What if he ended up without a seat and had to sit and work with people he didn't know and TALK TO THEM and then make an idiot of himself and-
OH. FREE SEAT. SURROUNDED BY FAMILIAR PEOPLE.
Abra made a beeline for it (and not a particularly dignified beeline either, more like a desperate sprint across the classroom, every man for himself kind of thing), and claimed the space at the cluster with Zoryn, Jessa, and Junia. As he sat down, he placed his hands flat against the wood of the desk, palms down, as though emphasising his claim.
"Oh." Right. Yes. Of course. "Morning, Professor Marchand." Ahem.
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