connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow The moment he stepped foot into the 'classroom', Maxton was rolling his eyes. It was his seventh and final year so he was more than used to the professor's and their weird habit of transforming classrooms but come on. He just wanted a normal class where they got to sit at normal desks and read from normal textbooks.
Was that too much to ask???
With a small huff of irritation, the Slytherin adjusted his rucksack and slouched on over to where everyone else seemed to be gathering and gave the Professor his usual greeting. A nod.
At least it wasn't dark and muddy like that one Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson had been.
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