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Bernie had been following Naya down from the Gryffindor tower, not really knowing where she was supposed to be right now. She'd felt like it was somewhere she WANTED to be, but she really really wasn't sure?!?!?!? So she was pretty happy when they ended up approaching Schmoe's door. He was a source of comfort for her, for some reason. And not at all because of all the theatrics she'd gotten away with in his class and office this term. Not. At. All.
She actually felt like giving the poor professor a hug when she came in, but he looked especially pale and fragile today, so she patted his arm reassuringly instead. "Hiiiii, Professor Schmoeeee," Bernie trilled with her patpat, coming into the room and hauling off her usual boots and socks with gusto. Where was she going to keep her useless wand though?! She usually stored it in her boot. Well, guess it was going back in the boots with her discarded socks.
She left her footwear lying haphazardly where she'd taken it off and eagerly stepped into the pool. No gross toes here, Bertoli. Cherry red polished ones ONLY.
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