 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Ooooooohkayyyy. What was with this professor and hiding creepy things under sheets? This had happened before, hadn't it? Fletcher wasn't just mad for thinking that Carlton liked to dramatically reveal the subject of the lesson by whipping off a sheet or a cover or something and shouting AHHHHHA?
Eying the covered, shaking thing in the center, Fletcher narrowed his eyes and took a seat in the back of the desk formation. He wanted to be close to the door in case whatever it was decided to spring free of its covering and attack the class.
As long as it wasn't bowtruckles... or dugbogs, come to think of it..... just to be sure, the Hufflepuff did not take any of his books or parchment out of his bag and sat very stiffly on the edge of his seat. He was prepared. Prepared for the worst. Prepared to escape. He clutched his wand tightly and stared down the shaking sheet.
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