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Coby couldn't help the proud little smile, though he smothered it fairly quickly. Since he was sitting in the very first row of the classroom he doubted anyone had seen. Brilliant. The Headmaster had called him brilliant. This was going to be a wonderful term if this was how it started.
Pretending to only be mildly interested in other people's answers, Coby was actually actively listening to hear if someone received a better compliment than him. Answer after answer and he was the only one who'd gotten such great feedback until- of course. His shoulders drooped slightly. Nem got a 'good thinking'. Coby turned in his seat to spot his friend, meaning to give them a smile of encouragement, when he spotted Phoebe James and promptly turned a deep shade of red. Swiveling back to face the front of the classroom, Coby swallowed and tried to pretend she wasn't there at all. He'd heard her, of course, he knew she was there, but it was different seeing her all... present, and stuff. Nope. He was focused on DADA now, there's no time to think of anything else.
Except that the headmaster was being weird, and DADA quickly turned from a normal if uncomfortable experience into a nightmare. Detention??? What FOR??? How would he explain to his mother that this was part of a lesson and not him misbehaving?! If Coby wasn't extremely wary of the headmaster's current mood, he might have asked for an explanation. Luckily for him, someone else had seen fit to do so and Coby darted forward and grabbed his sack. Considering the instructions, Coby took out two of the five stones, slid one into his shoe and put the other in the front pocket of his bag. He tried to be sneaky about it, but he doubted anyone was watching him. People who weren't his friends rarely did.
The sack itself, now with only three stones, he shoved into his shirt pocket under his jumper. Double layer. A little more protection. The thought gave the fourteen year old an idea, and he cast a sticking charm at his chest, gluing his jumper over his shirt and effectively sealing off his sack. There. He did the same, surreptitiously, for the pocket of his bag.
Now he needed a partner. Afraid of being given an essay if he just stood back, Coby halfheartedly looked around the room for someone who didn't look too threatening. And avoided looking at Phoebe at all costs. "Anyone need a partner?" he asked quietly.
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