A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Nooooooo!
Dorian used to like History of Magic. Kinda... Sometimes... But since O'Hara had taken over the job it just wasn't the same anymore. And from what he had heard, she wasn't even one of the Headmasters choice of henchmen, she was strict ...by herself.
The fourth year shivered as he entered the classroom though it had nothing to do with the cold. The first thing he noticed was that the professor in question wasn't here but the Ravenclaw wasn't stupid. She was probably somewhere in the shadows in the corner of the room, waiting for them to slip up and take away points..
He'd bet a Galleon that the first to mess up was a Hufflepuff.
Another thing that made him frown was the seating arrangements. If this arrangement was for educational purposes he was cool with it, but if the Headmaster had stated a new rule that House mates should be with House mates only then that was just wrong. So he hoped it was the first one and as he walked to the Ravenclaw one, Dorian stood behind it and waited.
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