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.......... uhhhh........
To say that Lucas was confused was an understatement. Because here was a new class with a new teacher and...... people were hopping around in a boot. And the boot was shouting out random letters that didn’t help with his confusion, only making him scratch his curls as he stood by the door.
It was a moment or two later that the third year shuffled forwards, joining the line of other students. His eyes first found the new Professor, who got a simple "Hello, Professor," and a small smile. It was then that his eyes landed on the board which, uh, started to make more sense.
So put on the boot, hop around and..... get sorted? Wasn’t one sorting enough??
That funny butterfly feeling in his stomach was starting to return and he found himself wrangling his hands as he watched everyone getting sorted. He reaaaaaaaaaally didn't like the idea of being sorted in front of everyone. And did he have to make conversation with it? Because the Sorting Hat had been speaking to him the entire time and he really didn't want to be told that he was like his father another-
..........
Huh?
Blinking, he forced his attention onto the student in front of him, a girl with long hair (Nina) who said he could go ahead? Well, okay, then. "Oh, uh, thanks," he muttered, flashing her a small smile. Did he have time to wander why she was stepping back? No. He was far too focused on the boot and-
Oh, it was his turn? Yeah, okay.
Stepping up to the stool, he slid off one of his shoes and placed the boot on, instead. His first thought? How old this boot was. It looked like it was two hops away from falling apart. And was it clean? Lucas wrinkled his nose slightly as he looked over the boot and then at the Professor and then back again. It was comfortable, so there was that.
There was only one thing for it: Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop......
He half-expected the shoe to start talking to him, telling him everything he didn't want to know, but apparently, that wasn't happening today. Because the shoe was quiet. Was it working? Did he not have an MB-whatever ty-
"INFP-T: the Mediator!"
Nevermind.
Glad to be taking the shoe off, Lucas put his own black shoes back on again and went to sit down. Where? He didn't really care, just somewhere away from the spotlight. Taking a seat, he hastily scribbled down whatever the old boot had said onto a spare piece of parchment before sitting back. Was the Professor going to explain? Please explain.
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