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Plod plod plod.
The students all followed the Professor like they were mice following Hamelin. Terry had assumed a position in the centre of the pack, not really with anyone in particular. He was humming quietly under his breath, something he often did when he was in a really good mood. His bottle rocket was swinging with his arm movement, left, right, and every so often he looked down to see whether the wings were still attached. Luckily his newley learned sticking charm was working perfectly.
It didn't take too long to get down to the Courtyard but the massive flight of steps was tiring on the boys legs. He glanced at the mysterious objects, launchers he proposed, and stood near the fountain where the Professor was stood. He waited for further instruction, his eyes drifted over the students and out towards the grounds as he stood.
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