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littledhampir 
Indigo pulled on his gloves before leaving the castle and heading to the clock tower. He found himself wondering what was wrong with the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom? Too warm for the headmaster? He wouldn't want them to be comfortable, of course. At least it wasn't too bad. Not unbearable. Besides, Indigo wasn't one to complain anyway.
When he arrived he did not immediately see anyone he knew, so he stood a bit off to the side, and away from the thick of things. He was a bit thankful for the no-nonsense demeanor of their professor, which saved him from having to worry about any sort of potential mingling. As long as he could stand peacefully by himself without the attention of anyone else, that was perfectly fine with him.
The lesson Lucas had been dreading most. Headmaster Scrimgeour...Defense...he missed Hirsch so much right now, as he entered the...area. It was evening, and Lucas' stomach was growling because he wasn't used to...being in class at this time.
Please be quiet.. he begged his body. He made damn
sure his uniform was perfect, down to the knot in his tie. His red hair was swept to the side, combed neatly
. "Good evening, Headmaster Sc-Scrim-geor--" He stumbled over the man's name and mispronounced it horribly, putting emphasis on the wrong syllables and whatnot.
Merlin help him.
He stood quietly next to Indigo, feeling more at ease with the Ravenclaw there. He spotted a few other familiar faces, too. Okay.
BREATHE.