02-02-2019, 05:06 AM
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Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,950
Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Fourth Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter It was cooooold and Eamon was here to complain about it. Internally. For the entire lesson.
Why did the professors insist on outdoor lessons? Of course it wasn't yet cold enough for frostbite but definitely a few notched above comfortable and this Hufflepuff was not for it. But that didn't matter. If they were outdoors there was probably good reason for it, yeah? Maybe? Professor Stewart wasn't crazy. He was sure of that. So as he trotted down to the space where class was supposed to be, he rubbed his arms in a good effort to keep warm.
Quickly, he found the space, tree stumps and all, noting a very unfamiliar face. Another good and proper adult. Mildly distracted by this newcomer as a red hint rose in his cheeks, he mumbled a "hello Professor," and quickly moved past the two, not even spotting the equipment laid out by her feet. There were other distractions here. Grabbing a spot near the center, he pulled his robes around him tighter and glanced around at everyone else that was already here.
Was it time to start yet? We're cold.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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