 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
A light jumper was just right for this November day, and he felt invigorated as he approached the designated spot. Beauden arrived on the grounds with his usual laid-back stride, rolling his shoulders to loosen up as he scanned the setup. He took a moment to appreciate the fresh air and the view of the garden and duck pond. The charm of the outdoors made him feel alive, and he liked that Feirgrund had chosen this setting; anything was better than the stuffy classroom walls.
When Beauden took in the sight of the professor standing near the hut, flanked by a blackboard and a table, his curiosity flared. What caught his eye was the closed box resting on the table. "What's in there, sir?" he asked, even though he didn't expect to receive a direct answer. He knew the adults liked building some suspense before revealing a lesson's true focus. Still, Beauden wanted to let the man know that whatever was hidden in the box had his attention.
Resisting the urge to give the box a few taps to see if anything would happen, he found himself a spot to sit. Maybe today's the day we charm the ducks, he thought half-jokingly with a small grin as he stretched his legs out. The breeze ruffled his hair, and he tilted his head back slightly, enjoying the sensation.
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