 Culloden pls PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
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Well this was awkward. Was he not in there? But it was too early for dinner, too late for lunch and - he peered over at the potions classroom door - there was no lesson going on at the moment. Perhaps professors had social lives? Eh, no, that was weird. They existed only to teach them and mark their papers. Unless they were Dakest, in which case they were infinitely cool and awesome. Culloden probably fell asleep.
He'd try a few more times then leave, since walking around the castle in search for the Potions professor who could be truly anywhere sounded like the exact opposite of fun. Definitely not what he wanted to do on his self proclaimed day off.
So, Benzi knocked on the door again, louder this time and with more force. "Professor? You in there? It's Benzi," he called out, saying his name on the off chance that Culloden really was in there and might think he was here for some official Prefect business. Which, he kind of was, it just had nothing to do with him being a prefect and everything to do with him being Benzi Rider. Heh.
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