 Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Firstly, Magical Creatures rarely interested Aaron. Unless there were Runes involved in some way, he couldn't be bothered. But one couldn't just say that... could one? His indifference towards them made him feel like a terrible Hufflepuff sometimes. Only sometimes, though. Actually, you know what he loved?
Honey bees!
But it was wishful thinking that bees would ever be the focus of a lesson here. They weren't magical, and even if he had loads of ideas about how they could be useful in the magical world, it just didn't seem likely. If Quidditch didn't work out for him, he thought he might study them someday. The bees. Being a melittologist could be cool, right? As a future job...
... Oh, the hay!throne was missing. It made Aaron laugh to see Professor Wayland sitting on a regular ol' stack of hay. It made him look smaller somehow. "Were you robbed?" It was asked with a smile as the Fourth Year settled his school bag down beside a wayward hay!seat. Actually, the professor looked a bit... anxious, maybe? Adults always had something going wrong in their lives. That's why growing up was so scary, to be quite honest. Aaron didn't want those types of problems. "I could help you stack some fresh hay for a new one." Maybe that would make the man happier.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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