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This........ was weird. This was very weird.
Lucas made his way very slowly towards the, uh, Gryffindor table? He was assuming so because of the red banners with golden lions on them. He had to admit: Trent - or was it the bartender? - had really gone to great lengths to make it look the same, didn't he? And there was something about that that he liked. Yeah. It seemed..... familiar. But not at the same time.
Maybe that was what was causing the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
He took a seat somewhere along the middle of the table, only vaguely acknowledging Maeve over there who knew Emma. His eyes scanned the room, first taking in the way it looked welcoming - something he liked - and then taking in the fact that there weren't a lot of people in here as he thought. He....... probably wouldn't attend the feast at all if the pub was still packed with, uh, people. Other people.
Feeling a lot quieter than normal - and anxious to get home - Lucas just..... sat there, his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him. This feast was going to take a while, wasn't it?
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