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Chris walked into the DADA room and found it to be a completely different kind of room then the last DADA class he had attended. He sat down next to Freya. "Hey what do you think is the deal with all the pink crap?"
Freya glanced to the boy next to her,
"No idea. Maybe it's some cruel joke." The room was so bright in fact that Freya actually took out her sunglasses and put them on, at least for now until the professor started lesson, her eyes couldn't take the strain. It was weird, but with her short hair, Freya actually looked like that lady from that old Matrix movie...of course the glasses were responsible for eighty percent of the look-alike.
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Linda Hagrid Sam entered the DADA classroom, gripping the strap of his bag anxiously. Advanced fear? He could only imagine what torture Kazi-mean-iz would pull on them. Sam's eyes bugged out. PINK?! Wasn't expecting that. The pained look on Sam's face said it all. Eww... Sam stuck his tongue out on the side of his mouth and rolled his eyes upwards. Balloons. Interesting.
Sam ventured father into the classroom, still gripping his bag-strap, out of disgust this time. He picked a pink desk nearer the back and placed his bag down on the surface. One look at the board and he was seated, face down, gagging. The Professor must have been cursed by Professor Lupa or something. This was insane.
Freya couldn't help but smirk at the guy's facial expression.
'Yeah, pretty gross eh?' She thought as she looked back at him with the same disgusted look before turning around again and fiddling with her quill.