 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Beauden trudged through the snow with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, shoulders hunched against the biting wind. His breath came out in little clouds as he made his way down to the pasture, the sight of the magical tent standing out against the white landscape. Even so, the cold didn't bother him too much—it reminded him of the frigid mornings back at the dragon reserve in New Zealand.
His boots crunched through the snow as he pushed open the tent flap. The warmth inside hit him instantly, melting away the chill. As he shook the lingering snow from his jacket, his eyes quickly scanned the setup—the semi-circle of chairs, the projector screen, and Professor Paton at the back, offering a welcoming smile. Typical Paton, always prepared and thinking ahead.
He gave her a casual wave with his eyes locked in on one of the chairs in the front (this was one of the few classes he regularly sat up front for, the other being Defence). "Afternoon, Professor," he greeted as he passed by her before plopping down onto his seat.
As he settled in, his eyes roamed the room again, a flicker of curiosity creeping into his thoughts. Hints about the day's creature were absent—no cages, no signs, nothing that gave away what they might be working with. His mind raced through possibilities as he stretched out, enjoying the warmth from the heating charms and watching as the others trickled in.
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