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Tazzie Henrietta?
Finally getting her name tag to stay up on top of her desk, Harri turned to her side at the person who spoke, her brows furrowed deeply. What kind of name was Henrietta? "No. My name is Harri, short for Harriette." And she he was? Charlie? Yeah, okay.......that wasn't what she he wrote on her his name tag though. Max? Was she he Max Charlie then? Or Charlie Max?
...wait, another Max. Prefect Max, from Slytherin house. Huh. They looked...the same. A twin?
..............Another one though? TRIPLETS? *whaaaaaa*
And yet another one? What...was...going...on? Quadruplets? Um.
Harri blinked. And blinked again. And then looked around at all the Maxes with a veeeeery confused expression. Can't a first year get some normal class around here? Or was this part of the lesson? Professor? Anyone?
Mister snogger Prefect? ...Huh? Revelio?
Really? Guess her memory wasn’t so fallible after all.... “
Yikes, well... that’s embarrassing. For me...,” She replied sheepishly, cheeks red, but that was probably all clear. “
Sorry, Harri. Maybe we can meet again in better terms next lesson... ,” she began shortly after.
After looking down at her hot-dog tent, with
her (?) name written down on it, she also said, “
Oh, um... I go by Charlie. Definitely Charlie. I suppose Max is my subconscious name....” Or something weird like that.
What was also weird was the abundance of Max’s around her who were apparently in the same boat (like DADA...).
Were they telepathetically connected?!
Wicked cool... but the itching wasn’t.