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Derf wasn't all to sure what to make of Bel's sheepish smile - it was not a smile that she wore typically and he had never known her to be particularly awkward about being corrected over things (especially not something as small as this) - so he simply returned hers with a non-sheepish one of his own. Mufti day though, he had forgotten about that expression. And it was during this time that he was looking at Bel that Zoryn had tossed the piece of paper at him, knocking him right in the back of the head and, since he hadn't seen who had thrown it, he was oblivious to its intent. "Oi," he mumbled as he looked around to see what had been tossed at him, finding the balled up parchment on the ground and collecting it.
Note passing? Had the professor seen that?
...apparently not as the lesson was moving forward with no reprimanding going on, which meant he was safe to smooth it out and see what was....it was blank? Well...this was even more confusing then. Why was paper being thrown at him?!
He was only sort of paying attention to when Professor Curtains was praising himself and Ronan for their knowledge of Latin - which Derf was tempted to argue he had very little off outside of spell entomology and honestly the Head Boy seemed WAY more knowledgable than himself...and even more less than impressed by what the professor was saying. Which, well, Derf reckoned he ought to just go speak with Professor Noble afterwards because, well, something was sorta making the Hufflepuff have a good think about this. He knew that ice cream had been created in like...the 17th century...but Latin was WAY WAY WAAAAAAAAAAAY older than that...so HOW was there even a word for it? It surely was more, you know, a modern translation of sorts...which made him more keen into buying what Ronan was saying than, well, this other word being it. So...Professor Noble it was then. And maybe he could get some intel for Zoryn while he was visiting the Potion's Master's office.
Speaking of Zoryn, he glanced over at her for a second just to grin - as if she were in on his internal conversation.
Though, as for the professor's question about the type of magic in the particular book he had shared...his answer was essentially the same as Chloe's. His book series had been written by a wizard AND former Hogwarts professor. History of Magic, in fact, and he had heard loads about him from mum. Though he would have liked to offer up his addition to the discussion, mostly echoing what his Ravenclaw friend had to say, Derf found himself silenced instead by the quote the professor had elected to share...and he felt his heart drop into his stomach and in the next moment his head was snapping around to look at HIS Gryffindor. Which he chastised himself over in another 30 seconds because he was sorta drawing more attention to his best mate's distress. Distress that he could visibly see on Abey's face and Derf could already see the spiral and doubt forming. Derf knew quite intimately his best mate's struggles and dislike of reading, it was why Derf often read their textbook aloud to him when they did study together, so this was...yeaaaaaah...
But hey, since he had this random bit of parchment thrown at him...
He tried giving Abey a reassuring smile, but Abey was a bit too in his head at the moment to notice him on the other side of the classroom, so soon the Hufflepuff's attention was on the parchment in his hand as he went about doodling something - another Picketta sketch and she was gleefully shredding a book with her long sharp fingers and pointed teeth all with a thought bubble of 'I LOVE BOOKS ♥♥'. Waiting for a moment to see how the discussion was flowing, Derf crumbled up the piece of parchment once again and lobbed it over to Abey. The debate over the quote raged on, and Zoryn's words sorta reached his ears but only just, and Abey simply kept venturing glances at the Gryffindor quidditch captain.
Otherwise, Derf elected to remain quiet during this debate and discussion. Rather he was curious how this fiction discussion was going to work its way into an activity on history. Possibly connections to breaches in the Statute? That was all his mind could come up with in the moment...otherwise he was sorta wondering why Mr. Kennedy wasn't here for a sort of Bookworm meeting. Stasya's voice cut through some of his thoughts, and he was smiling and nodding at her long before he registered just who the 'all of us' was. Not that the Hufflepuff would make a scene out of it or anything, just let his insides squirm around a bit. "Of course," he smiled at his friend and followed Jessa's example to turn his own chair around as well...which also meant that he was glancing at the book now in her lap and scanning the page she was reading. He couldn't help it, he was curious.
...............and he quickly wished he hadn't been curious enough to look.
And yes, Zoryn, he would share notes with you later. Like always.
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