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Okay BUT in his defense...if they didn't want students overhearing there should be wards and enchantments and like...teenager repelling charms in place around the room, you know? Like what some muggle shopping centers did - as he had heard from dad - with playing certain frequency music or something to that effect. Not to mention the door being unlocked.
Why oh WHY hadn't Picketta picked another door to slide under and a different room to hide in? An unused classroom or Jessa's...wait no. Not Jessa's lab. The experiments and things that went on in there were sights and such taht the fifth year would rather pretend he did not know his best friend was up to.
And you know something else? Being called Prefect Ashburry-Hawthorne was something he was never going to get used to. Ever. It was still surreal and, well, he sorta had this aversion to titles and labels - unnecessarily so but it was still there.
"I...um..." he stammered, his bright blues darting around the floor in hopes of spotting a flash of vibrant green while also TRYING DESPERATELY to push all the information he had just overheard aside - which really meant that he just thought about it more...sorta like when you told a person not to think about purple polka dotted Welsh Greens. It was ALL you could think about! "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuum..." Breathe, Derfael, breath. "....bowtruckle." He finally managed after another beat or so while looking at the Headmistress.
So eloquent under pressure he was, yes.
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