So, this was going to be a normal class, right? Nothing was going to be weird or different or...... uh, anything, right?
WRONG.
Lucas jogged the last few paces into the class, a little later than normal but hey, he made it! He let out a small sigh of relief as he headed into the room and saw that there was no teaching going on, no stares at him hopefully and definitely no door shut in his face because he was too late. His eyes found the Professor and he decided to greet her first. "Hello Profess......." Uh, was that a kneazle on her desk? A DEAD kneazle??? "...... sor."
Yeah, he was..... starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe he should go and sit-
.........
........ UH..........
Lucas blinked. Multiple times. Lots of blinking as he looked at the...... five? clones. Yeah, five. There were FIVE versions of that one Slytherin Prefect. Confused? You bet he was. He walked over to a desk, a little slower than he would've as he took a proper look at all the same faces. Was this some kind of prank for the new Professor? Or were they all part of a secret fan club and, uh, this was their way of showing it? Dressing up like their idol??
Lucas didn't know and, as he reached the desk, he realised that maybe, he shouldn't ask. Instead, he sat down and started writing his name as big as he could make it:
There. Folding it in half, he set the little tent down on the desk before looking around at the classroom at anywhere but the five Prefects or the dead kneazle at the front. Which, uh, turned out to be difficult but he tried. His eyes found the cup on his desk and the streamers up on the ceiling and.....
....... was it him or was it hot in here? Like,
really hot.
This time, it had nothing to do with how he was feeling. It
was hot in here.
Odd.