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He was FIFTEEN now. Which CLEARLY was going to make ALL the difference since being fourteen had been nothing but a festering pool of confusion for his head and developing teenager heart. At least that was what he was telling himself.
He wasn't sure he could take more of what the previous year had entailed - both personally and otherwise.
And his mind STILL could not let go of that missing Dark Arts book. It was driving him positively insane. Like an eternal fwooper song inside his head. WHERE WAS IT?!
WHO HAD IT!? WHY WERE NONE OF THE ADULTS SEEMING TO FREAK OUT OVER IT?!
Maybe his fwooper core WAS starting to get to him. He was using it a whole lot more now that he was more proficient with spellwork and not just theory.
Hmmm...
Though these were all thoughts the fourth year had somehow pushed to the back of his mind as he began to wander the streets of Dufftown. WHICH he knew had some historical significance because it was the ONLY place that Sirius Black had been sighted after his escape from Azbakan. Which was, you know, more than a little unsettling considering there was clearly SOMEONE on the loose pulling the same stunts around Hogwarts and stuff.
But maybe....juuuuuuuuuuuuust maybe he could not think and spiral into one conspiracy theory after the other today? Just maybe?
"Hey Jessa! Hey Zoryn!" he chirped as he approached his two friends - Scamander in his pocket, of course. "You gotta help me find something to bring back for Picketta. She is really miffed I refused to sneak her out this trip." Unlike Hogsmeade weekends, but...you know. This wasn't a wizarding settlement and not the sort of place for a sassy bowtruckle.
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