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Maxie had not been keen to head out out the warmth of his Hufflepuff Common Room- or even the relative comfort of the castle itself, but he'd been biting on a question for some time now, a question only Professor Cornish could answer.
So, it was with a great bundling up that Maxie had undertaken the course. Passing through humming hallways, comfortable corridors, cozy classrooms and the Hall of Greatness (which always smells a bit like hot cocoa this time of year) did nothing to quell the 13-year-old's reproach, and he might very well have been relishing it as he walked out the Entrance Hall-
Except-
Except, it was quite mild for a January day. It was almost nice by English standards. With a frown, Maxie pulled off his Burberry and walked the rest of the way to the Professor's hurt with a bewildered expression on his pale face. The ground even had the audacity to feel fertile beneath his feet, not hard or crunchy as he had expected- His shoes, he realized, were going to be muddy even. Stuffing his scarf into his cloak pocket, Maxie walked up the steps of the hut and briskly knocked.
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