Dylan had skipped lunch in lieu of other activities...but he was aware of having a class...and was HERE.
Stepping into the classroom, the first thing the Slytherin noticed was...a child...? Eyeing Professor Scabior, Dylan's brow went up into his hairline. Was this child?...some historical artifact or special...something?
He released a massive yawn. Yea, Dylan couldn't be bothered. As long as it didn't effect the lesson and him learning something...It wasn't his business...
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Originally Posted by Milton Shacklebolt
Why did class have to be right after lunch? Why couldn't they have like, a siesta after lunch or something and THEN have class? That sounded like a FANTASTIC idea to Milton. But of course, that wasn't the case. So History of Magic would have to do. Scabior's lectures would be the perfect thing to put him to sleep right after a big lunch.
Milton walked in the class and flopped down into a chair in the back row and stared at the kid spinning in circles in the chair up front. "Where'd the hyperactive... thing come from?" he asked quietly to anyone around him. 'Thing' as in CHILD. Milton wasn't fond of children.
Passing by Shacklebolt, the Slytherin rolled his eyes.
"Thing, Mildew?" Snort. Grabbing a seat, he turned back, continuing what he was saying.
"You're ridiculous." It needed to be said. Dylan hadn't informed him of that important fact lately...Lest he forget.
"Good afternoon, Professor Scabior." Yea, the Professor had earned massive points in his eyes. Dating Professor Schirmer did that, though...since he respected the woman so much.
"...And hello to you."...to the child.
Thing? Really...
Rude.