 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver wandered into the Transfiguration classroom only to be hit by the smell of... old people? ehhhrr. Looking around for the Yellow Prefect, his eyes eventually fell on the old woman at the front of the classroom. Ah.. well wasn't it nice that the school was letting such an old person hold onto their job instead of retiring them? He smiled at her. Real old people were cool – with their toffees and trousers and slippers and bus passes and odd shoes and those perms they had... phew.
“Hello, Professor.” He said in greeting, and wandered off to take a seat next to... Miranda. He sat without a word to her.
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