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Sleep? What sleep? Noah was TOO excited for the first lesson of the day that he most likely did not get any shuteye. He'd taken enough naptime during the train ride going to school, and his energy reserves would probably last him until lunch break. After that, Merlin knows where he'll end up snoozing. Probably in History class. It's always history class whether it's held in a magical school or muggle one.
With a pep in his step, he'd asked the friendly portraits to show him the way to the duelling arena, and so far so good. He made it there in one piece; with a grin on his face, keen eyes, a lively spirit, with his wand just like instructed, bathed, combed hair, brushed set of pearly whites, clean clothes, and a fresh pair of underpants thank you very much. He ought to make a good impression down to the last detail you know. Merlin knows if they do hygiene check around here just like in their former muggle school.
He was armed, and ready. "Good morning, Headmaster Professor Sir," he said as he approached the man and gave him a grin. "This Gryffindor is reporting for duty." And yeaaah, what about those practice dummies? They all look cool, and menacing in a way, but definitely made for a challenge. Now, he was up for that. As for the dust and grime...well, he could tell that the room needed deep cleaning.
"Dust is indeed eloquent," he said dramatically to no one in particular and waited impatiently for the other students to arrive.
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