Having spent the winter break at Hogwarts, Hopper didn’t really feel the cold as much as he thought he would. He’d spent a lot of time out in it, as a matter of fact, and as such, it was almost as if he’d somehow developed thicker skin. With that being said, it was Friday afternoon and this seventh year Gryffindor was tired.
Entering the classroom, he instantly began shedding layers as he walked over to where the desks were, except, they weren’t there. “Benches. Huh. Had a winter clean professor?” he asked with a smile on his face. Pivoting, he headed straight over to the benches and put down his hat, scarf and cloak.
Hooper flashed the other students a smile as he folded his cloak and put the rest of his clothes in a nice, neat pile before turning, ready for the lesson to start. |