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His prefect badge unpinned from his robes and resting in the palm of his hand as he made his rounds doing patrols. There was a LOT weighing on his mind these days and a recent conversation with Chloe Kettleburn revolving around his sense of duty and protectiveness had come into question. A lot of things had come into question really, but he was trying not to think too much about it all. Because then he would OVER think. And then he would spiral. There had already been one too many hatstall Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw-esque spirals this term and he could certainly spare a day without one.
Though in the attempt to not do so he was essentially guaranteeing that he did.
UGH. Why was life one vicious cycle after another?
Ruffling his hair - and wishing he had Picketta with him because her chitter chatter helped calm him - he sighed as some lingering flecks of glitter fell in front of his face and ALMOST got into his eye - but instead rested on his cheeks and nose. That had happened after the last rehearsal...and had not been fun. He just hoped that all his sufferings with this glitter would pay off. So far, this term, the play had been running much more smoothly than it had last term. No one was cursed and on the verge of death...so he was going to label it a success by default.
..............and paused to literally knock on a wooden door.
Several times.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Which unknowingly announced his presence to the two girls a further ways down the corridor.
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