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Charlie made it a point not to be late, despite the slightly confusing classroom rules this man had. As adviced by his peers, he'd read Fletcher's rules more than the usual and decided to just 'grin and bear it'. Besides, he needed a good OWL score this term no matter what the subject. He was beyond the point of considering which subject to pursue or not-- he just wanted to remain in school so he could officially play Quidditch, and eventually in the U17s.
The bluebell flame touch was kinda nice...only it felt like he was being deceived because...just look at the man near the big bad bonfire. It was like he was lead straight to his doom, you know? He didn't know if he had 'the eye' for the class but then again, he'd decided to be the good student this time around. And because he thought saying 'hello' fell under senseless chatter simply because he wasn't spoken to first, he quickly averted his eyes away from the man and began to search for his seat. Conveniently, he was stationed farthest from the man...for now.
He stood with the rest of his classmates and waited for the rest to arrive. He stared at the bonfire in front of them with his arms crossed and thought about Quidditch tactics. Time well spent, yeah?
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