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It had only been the night before that Nem had suddenly decided what they could do with themselves that Hallowe'en, and they were fairly impatient to put plans into motion. They'd briefly considered skipping at least their afternoon classes, but swiftly dismissed the idea, preferring not to bring unwelcome attention their way today. It had been business as usual instead, getting through lessons with nothing less than than their usual level of attention.

Nem was in their regular uniform when they turned up to Transfiguration; they knew about the costume thing, but were not invested enough in the idea to put any effort into that kind of kid stuff. Not really in the mood, either.

Which was the same reason Nem didn't speak at first as they entered the classroom, glancing at the decorations and the Milk Monitor's costume as they went to claim a seat in the back corner of the room, by the window. They pulled parchment, quill, and ink out of their bag, and also their textbook, dropping it onto their desk heavily so that it just clipped one of the plastic skulls and sent the lot clattering to the floor. "Oops." Nem looked up at the Milk Monitor, smiled apologetically. "Permission to collect my skulls, sir?" He'd said don't touch, and who was Nem to assume that didn't apply to casting spells too.
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