 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The End-of-Term Feast was perhaps one of Logan's all-time favourite parts of the school year. Honestly, any feast was up there on his list because food was life, though the last feast of the year was certainly one that put a little extra pep in his step. Like in years past, he was more than ready to forget all about writing essays, reading textbooks (not that he had ever actually fully read one of those), and sitting through hours and hours of lectures. Summer holiday was almost here!
Speaking of summer, there was quite a development in his summer plans. Yes, there was bound to be some sort of family trip, which was bound to be a big deal as next term all of the Paton children could be roaming the castle halls. But there was something that, at least in his opinion, was an even BIGGER deal. Something that would involve him rolling in galleons in the very near future.
"I'VE BEEN HIRED!" he announced to anyone that cared to listen the instant he clambered into the hall. Instantly he bolted toward the Gryffindor table. "I got the job!" he exclaimed as he whizzed past Remy and slid into a spot next to Vera, very much getting too close so he could immediately shove the letter in her face. "Operation Cloak is a go."
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