 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
Sixth year. His first year of NEWT-level classes. In a new place that he knew nothing about, surrounded by strangers whom Drewett was certain didn't like their presence. Not tonight, though, since they had the great hall—dining chamber—all to themselves. He was dreading tomorrow when he'll have to face the rest of the French population. He would survive tonight, even if it meant standing until the speech commenced. Even if he was rather tired from the travel.
Drewett found himself a seat nearby Gunnar, Kaiser, and Al. Who were speaking German from what it seemed, and Drewett's monolingual brain could not cope. The Ravenclaw offered them both a nod of acknowledgment as he glanced around in search for maybe Hudson or Evan. He wanted to flop onto his chair now but considering what everyone was doing, he was...skeptical. "I-I don't think we're allowed to sit yet," he whispered towards his classmates, who were already on their seats apparently. Drewett didn't know why they had to stand, but sticking to the status quo was a thing for him apparently.
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