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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo  Care of Magical Creatures was at least not a class that Kodee hated. It was relatively easy to keep his focus and there was usually a creature he was interested in. For the times he wasn't interested, his attention tended to wane more but with this subject it was about a 50/50 in either direction.
The Gryffindor made his way out to where the lesson was being held, re-tying his tie as he walked which left for a somewhat slower gait than the boy typically employed. He'd been fine to leave it how it was (untied and slung over his shoulder), but the Headmaster had made him promise to fix it with the threat of a detention when he least wanted it. Again and again Kodee worked at the tie, thinking it was off somehow no matter how he did it.
Maybe he was being picky. Maybe he was hyper-fixating. Either way, the tie was yanked from his neck again as he approached. "How's it going, Professor?" His greeting casual as anything before drifting over to the cage with the hopping little birds. The squinted at them, even as his hands went to fixing his tie once more. "Think one of your birds is dying."
He'd have flicked the cage with his fingers to be sure but they were currently occupied.
But then...he paused to look around and it suddenly hit him. "Where is everyone? Was class cancelled? Aw man, I walked all the way." Could no one have TOLD him before he wasted his time? ……...this monsieur.
Mathys could not say he was a fan. Although the boy remarkably had something worthwhile to say as he approached. Short lived as the tale was.
“ You are merely early, Monsieur Chosen,” he assured the robust Gryffindor. Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Bernie was almost disturbed by how early she was to class today... "Bonjour, monsieur," she greeted Professor de Nostredame, then hesitated and added, "Hi Kodee," shyly to the older boy.
It had taken her all year last year, but she had learned the professor's name at last and now looked forward to his classes. She took a quiet seat on one of the hale bales, eyeing the birdcage a bit. Bernie took out her journal for notes and decided to doodle what she saw. It was mostly just a drawing of Kodee Chosen at the moment.... Ah, a mademoiselle that Mathys had grown rather fond of in light of how the previous term had unraveled. Though he found himself questioning her choices as she took a seat. “ Mademoiselle Grantham,” he greeted with a tight smile. “ Can we be expecting you by ze barns again soon?” For another serenade, perhaps? Quote:
Originally Posted by Ginevra Fiona had experienced some issues last term when she took this subject at Beauxbatons. This made her determined to not have a repeat of that this term and that was her mindset with every lesson. "Bonjour Monsieur," she greeted with a smile and small nod of her head.
As she sat down on one of the hay bales, Fiona noticed the birds and she could feel herself getting rather sad, though she was skilled at hiding it. She could tell that something just wasn't right. “ Mademoiselle Jenovick,” he greeted with a nod. Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin Phoebe skipped across the grass, scuffing up patches of dirt and dead grass as she looked for an appropriate seat. She could grab an unclaimed patch of hay and save seats for Teddy and Tavie and Yoyo and everyone. She could do that. Hm.
"Bonjour, Professor. I like your birds. Your grass needs a bit of help, but that's groundskeeping and a totally different career field." She seated herself politely next to Bernie before shifting over and squishing the girl with her hip. "Whatcha drawing? Oh. Looks like an octopus with a fungus. Very nice." Mademoiselle James was a spirited little creature of whom one never quite knew what would come forth from her mouth. The commentary on "his" grass, however, warranted a wry chuckle. " I will have a worth weeth Professor Fuller-Thompson to see what can be done."
He needed several words with that man regardless. Quote:
Originally Posted by Weasley174 Tom was so looking forwards to this lesson, he was muggle born and seeing what sort of animals the wizarding world had was a dream come true, he noticed that Fiona was already there and he gave her a small smile as he entered the room, he then turned towards the Professor. "Hello Professor, hope that you are well." He smiled. " I am Monsieur Simpson," Mathys affirmed with a slight sigh. He was not sure how the first years, or faint of heart, would handle this lesson. At least the initial stage of it. Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Isla always got a little excited about having a Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Sure, it was still a class, but at eleven years old, it was still such a treat to spend time with the animals. Well, some of them. The cute, cuddly, and innocent ones were a treat, but she wasn't sure how she would feel if they were asked to deal with something a little more dangerous.
Today's focus didn't look too dangerous, though, aside from the bird at the bottom of the cage. "Hello, Professor," she said, but her gaze hadn't left the bird at the bottom of the cage. "Is it sick?" She had no idea why birds hung out at the bottom of their cages, but she knew it wasn't for good reasons.
After her greeting and quick question, she found a spot amidst the hay bales and crates and waited for class to start. She hadn't missed the comment about one of the birds dying. Was it? She didn't know, but she really hoped the professor hadn't brought in a dying bird today. " What ails him is not sickness, Mademoiselle Bellchant," he assured her with another tight lipped smile. Quote:
Originally Posted by SilverTiger There were still several questions in her head about the presence of the former Beauxbatons professor being here at Hogwarts. Carys knew better than to ask most of them though, and at least she hadn’t ever been afraid of him last term. She just hoped he wasn’t some sort of spy or something. Either way, at least COMC wasn’t canceled like Quidditch had been this term, even if the grounds were still a bit overgrown.
“Bonjour, Professor de Nostradame,” she said, giving him a smile as she arrived inside the circle of seating and took a crate for herself, sending a concerned look toward the cage of birds. There seemed like there’d be enough space on the crate if her sister chose to attend too. Or anyone else who wanted a seat, really. She just hoped the birds were okay. Mathys would be tickled by the thought of being considered a spy. But rest assured mademoiselle, he was not of that breed.
" Bonsoir, mademoiselle." He found himself rather pleased that Hogwarts had seen fit to award her the honor of becoming a prefect for her house. Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir No doubt about it, by this point in term, going to lessons and completing homework felt more like ticking items off of a to do list rather than being anything properly worth engaging with. It was all a way of keeping busy. The content of the classes? Didn't matter. The grades of the homework? Weren't important. Kaiser was just... going through the motions. But that was fine. That was what he needed to do. It was fine.
He was fine.
He arrived at the Care of Magical Creatures lesson looking as frowny and preoccupied as he usually did as of late - more so, even, as things were not necessarily improving. Casting only the briefest glance at the cage and the birds that inhabited it, he drifted over to sit by Kodee. Naturally.
"Afternoon," Kaiser mumbled in the direction of Nostredame, barely audible, but there was at least an attempt at politeness. He was clearly distracted. By a lot of things, yes, and a moment later, by Kodee's fiddling with his school tie as well. As long as the 'frowny' exterior did not interfere with the young man's participation in lessons, Mathys saw no need to worry. It was almost a relief, in a matter of speaking, to find himself without the additional obligations required when caring for his own house. However, the quiet boy's increasingly reclusive outlook reminded him of some concerning behavior involving a broken hearted hippogriff.
Add it to the list of concerns to raise with the Slytherin head of house during their bi-weekly patrol of the Forbidden Forest.
" Bonsoir, Monsieur Kaiser." Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter
Oh look, Curtis wasn't last to arrive for once. He returned for another lesson in CoMC. Though he wouldn't admit it he didn't require some extra help in being early enough this time. When he arrived, Curtis looked straight at the Professor, he noticed that one of the birds in the cage wasn't quite as active as the others. Should he point this out? Maybe this was part of the lesson, making it seem well again.
He bit his tongue regarding him told recently that he showcased a lack of care with certain creatures. The irony, but Curtis was in a pleasant mood, smiling at the thought, "Bonjour, Professor.... that is an extravagate set of robes, sir. Are those custom-made?" He asked. It was very rich and elegant looking. Maybe his dad would like them. Could garner him enough attention.
Curtis eventually set off to sit at one of the bales.
This one.
The professor would not shame nor otherwise call out the boy in such a public setting, but Mathys would continue to be unimpressed with him until proven beyond a reason that he should not be. First impressions were important.
The obvious buttering up tactic regarding his robes was, however, well received.
" Zey are. Zank you for noticing." Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack This place still looked awful and Nina was not impressed in the least. In her humble opinion, there had been plenty of time to take care of the grass and weed the area. There was absolutely no excuse where there was magic. It was absolutely ridiculous that they still had to attend a lesson with this much aesthetic disarray. It was yet another deterrent, as Nina never enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures to begin with. She much preferred learning from their textbook. The class was far .... too practical and entirely useless in the real world.
Nevertheless, she did make her way towards her classmates. Stopping to acknowledge Professor Nostredame with a look. She had no intention of going near him for a greeting as he was standing far too close to the caged birds. No thank you. She'd stay as far away from those as possible. Which is why she strategically chose her ... crate to be at the furthest distance possible. A most peculiar mademoiselle, this one.
Though he returned her look with one of his own, otherwise paying no further heed to the distressed brunette. Quote:
Originally Posted by Sunflower It was now October and Jina was getting used to life at Hogwarts. The castle was much better after a good clean, she liked her classes and her new friends. Care of Magical Creatures was another class she looked forward to. She wondered if they would continue to study adolescent magical creatures in this lesson.
"Good afternoon, sir." She greeted in French as she walked past the professor. It was nice to be able to speak her native language sometimes, though of course the class was taught in English. She took a seat on a wooden crate and observed the birdcage on the table. It was always a pleasant surprise to hear his mother tongue spoken with such ease here at Hogwarts. Last term he had snottily taken all attempts from Hogwarts students to speak it to him as a means of brown nosing or otherwise gain favor with him, a mistake he would not admit to beyond the internal.
" Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Morin." Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch At least this was an afternoon class! A gold star for their french professor. Cole preferred afternoon classes, then he was alert and energized. Not tired like on most mornings. It was sad to still see evidence that the COMC area was in bad shape.
Entering the assorted circle of hay bales and crates Cole shot their professor a bright smile "Good afternoon Professor De Nostredame!" Looking around for a seat, he headed over to sit down on the empty crate on Cary's left murmuring quietly. "Hey Carys," he then really took in the birds in the cage with their beautiful speckled feathers whispering to his friend as he pointed slightly. "Do you think that bird on the bottom is nesting?" Or worse sick?
Ah yes, the ever well intended Monsieur Vance. He greeted the Gryffindor with a pointed inclination of the head before glancing inside the cage again. Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Yet another CoMC lesson.
Claudine had gotten used to them and found that she enjoyed them a lot more than when they were at Beauxbatons. Secretly, she was pleased that de Nostredame had chosen to return with them for he was a very capable professor. Today, Claudine was not amongst the very first to arrive but when she did, her gaze immediately fell on the birds in the cage. It took her a second extra to realise that they were… off. But why?
That piercing gaze moved to de Nostredame. “Good afternoon, Professor.’’ She said nothing about the birds as she was certain classmates before her had pointed out the obvious. Instead, Claudine made her way to a bale of hay to perch on.
Away from everyone, of course. Secretly, he was displeased seeing this mademoiselle in his class. But if nothing else, the de Nostredame name knew how to keep a cool and collected exterior.
His own poignant gaze met her own, a silent warning to behave nestled in its cool pools, as he greeted her. " Mademoiselle Blaze." Quote:
Originally Posted by Kimothy ......Er, well, the castle has seen worse. Inferi, grindylows, deadly mist. Drewett made a little face as his eyes scanned through the area, especially at the obviously unattended grass. It didn't directly bother him, but it simply looked weird. A lot had changed since they evacuated the castle two terms ago. He should have expected it.
The Ravenclaw filed his thoughts away when he finally approached the makeshift seats forming a circle around the table. He eyed the birdcage for a second before looking up at the professor. "Good afternoon, sir," Drewett greeted before seeing Nina and taking a seat crate beside her.
Hi, Nina. Interesting seat of choice, conveniently far away from the professor and the cage. He'd have done the same, to be honest, so he was glad he had a friend to sit with. " Monsieur Gunter," he greeted the seventh year politely, a brow raised in slight curiosity at his seating placement. Quote:
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Did she know French? After a year spent at Beauxbatons and despite the fact that their Creatures Professor decided to say Au Revoir to Beauxbatons along with them and see what the fuss was about Hogwarts? Absolutely NOT. But fortunately for the Gryffindor, she met someone over the summer who DID speak French.
"Good afternoon and thank you," She greeted of Notre Dame Nostredame. For you know, not scheduling the lesson before nine am. Even if she could barely understand his accent, it was most definitely appreciated not having all early morning lessons. Even if it wasn't like this was the first lesson of the day it was the fact that THIS lesson wasn't the first.
"Jina, hey," she greeted of the girl she'd met over the summer, joining her on the wooden crate and curiously observing the birdcage. " ...thank you?" he inquired with a curious tilt of his head, his hands moving to clasp behind him. Was that another compliment for his attire? A thank you for looking so voguish? Quote:
Originally Posted by GD2204 Ewan was still a little surprised at the fact that the Care of Magical Creatures area was still being renovated after the year away. They’d had several lessons now and it still hadn’t been sorted. Sometimes, he really did have to question what went on behind the scenes at this place. The only saving grace for this, in Ewan’s mind at least, was the fact that at least some of the magical creatures may now prefer the conditions.
Walking towards the wooden crates and hale bales, his eyes were instantly drawn towards the decorative bronze birdcage that sat on the table in the centre, a small smile appearing now. “Hello Professor, are we going to be taking care of these birds?” his mind instantly going back to some of the previous lessons from this term on how to take care of infant and adolescent animals. Sure, he was used to looking after muggle animals more than magical creatures but still, he had at least some idea of what to do. Mathys shook his head. " Not these birds, no," he replied stoically. " Though we will be observing them to start."
There was no sense in not answering inquiries of this nature for the sake of keeping a lesson a mystery. At least not in this case. Quote:
Originally Posted by Yaya As she stepped closer to the wooden crates, Nora couldn't help but still feel upset and worried about the grounds around them. She definitely hoped the state of this moved on as the term went by and thanks to the help of those working on putting it back to normal again, with the help of mother nature for sure.
Once too close to the site, she saw the bird cages and the creatures inside them. She always liked birds, birds never really liked her, but maybe this would be a good lesson about their behavior, going a little deep.
"Good day, professor. " She greeted Professor De Nostradame with a grin and a light bow of her head then immediately headed to sit next to Carsyn. " Mademoiselle Barrie," he greeted in turn with his own bow of the head and the addition of a slight one from the waist. Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow These lessons were by far Cecelia's favorite because they were hands-on and often times unpredictable. Creatures tended to be that way. Hogwarts students too, actually. It was a recipe for some interesting classes and who wouldn't want to show up and experience that?
"Hello Professor de Nostredame," The second year greeted cheerfully when she arrived, her gaze shifting from the elegant man to the cage nearby. The birds were so cute, did he know? "Their feathers kind of go with your robes. Did you coordinate on purpose?" That was VERY fashion forward of him.
Spotting Phoebe and Bernie, the second year made her way over and took a seat nearby, offering the two of them a smile and a wave. She chanced a glance at the drawing Phoebe was talking about and nodded her head solemnly in agreement. An octopus with a fungus indeed. If Mathys were to have selected a favorite among the Hogwarts students to have had the honor of gracing his teachings last term, he may very well select Mademoiselle Summers. Though it was a tight-knit lock between her and Mademoiselle Grantham. Now, looking back, he could have a good chuckle about the Aguamenti incident and now have it fall harshly on his conscience.
" I did indeed, Mademoiselle Summers," he boasted with a subtly rise of his chest. " Very astute of you."
5 points to Gryffindor? It was by far his favorite compliment of the hour. Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga Chloe loved this class so she had tried to get their early, but she had to make a few unexpected stops on the way here. One was to the loo, the other was just seeing some friends and getting lost in what should have been a quick hi, but ending in conversation about other things. Now that she was here she was looking around. This place was just as bad as all the others, but it would get better, she knew it would.
"Hello Professor"
It was nice to see that he had come to Hogwarts, she had liked his last term and her thoughts had gone to the last term until she turned to find a seat. There they were, both of them together. Her feet turned to go to a seat away, but she stopped. How was she ever going to be noticed if she didn't put herself out there?
Headed towards them she put a huge smile on her face. "Hey guys, mind if I sit over here near you?" That sounded stupid, didn't it, she thought. Why did she not have anything cool or hip to say. What would even be cool or hip to say in class?
Was there time to go hide or run? Mademoiselle McCarthy was another gentle spirit that Mathys had grown fond of and he found himself watching her for a little after returning her grreeting and as she went to find her seat. A curious wrinkle forming on his own handsome features by the exchange. Quote:
Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Charlotte trudged down to where their class would be. Why did they always have to wear their robes to class? Why should she have to be dirty for her next classes or right before dinner? It always made her feel weird. But here she was showing up for classes because she wasn’t going to skip an opportunity to watch the older students interact or cause a scene like this Kodee kid kept doing.
Glancing around, Charlie wasn’t too sure where she should sit. She found a crate, but before sitting greeted their professor. “Hello professor” she didn’t want to ride. Her parents raised her better. Of course. “and nice robes” Charlie definitely noticed. She liked to look stylish and she acknowledged others looking stylish. "Nice robes" was a bit of an uncreative compliment compared to the splendor of Mademoiselle Summers', but Mathys accepted it nonetheless with a proper smile.
" Merci, Mademoiselle Rivers." Quote:
Originally Posted by Fireheart As Avalon made her way across the grounds to Care of Magical Creatures, she silently appreciated the weather, which was crisp, but not quite cold yet. Outdoor lessons were just miserable once winter began. She peered curiously at the colorful birds in the cage on the table, particularly at the one that wasn't quite moving. Was it....dead? She sure hoped not.
Taking a seat on a crate next to a first year Gryffindor (Charlie) she recognized from her other lessons, she gave de Nostredame a friendly smile. "Good day, Professor!" Turning to the girl next to her, she stuck out her hand. "I'm not sure that we've officially met yet, but I'm Avalon." She tilted her head to the cage at the front. "Do you have any idea what kind of bird that is?" she asked curiously. Pardon?
" Mademoiselle Sinclair, have you been skeeppeeng up until ziss day? We have been here at Hogwarts ovair a month now." The term prior? Or was she questioning his memory? An irony given current company. "Do I need to speak with Professor Schmoe about your attendance?"
He certainly hoped not. The French man would prefer to keep those interactions to staff meetings and other such obligations. Quote:
Originally Posted by love-for-HP Blake arrived at class ready to take care of some animals. He wasn't great but wasn't all that bad with them. Smiling at the professors Blake looked into the bird cage and noticed one that didn't like as happy as the others. "Is the bird okay Professor?" Blake asked.
This had to be part of the lesson right? " He ess experiencing nothing out of the ordinary, I assure you," he nodded at at Monsieur Ryan. Quote:
Originally Posted by hermionesclone Lucas didn’t know how he felt about these lessons. He liked the subject well enough but......... well. Nostredame was teaching the subject. And while he liked looking at the man’s face - it was a VERY nice face - he couldn’t help but feel worried about how difficult it was to concentrate in these lessons.
Sigh.
Wading through the overgrown grass, uh, took some time and made him look like he was stomping the grass more than anything. But this was immediately forgotten about the moment he approached the class and saw that face. See? Concentrating. It was....... difficult.
"Bonjour, Professor," he said, offering the man a small smile. He wanted to make a comment, maybe say that he liked the robes he was wearing, but a large part of him wanted to hide, instead, so he didn’t. Instead, he moved to take a seat on a random hay bale in a random spot that he wasn’t paying any attention to.
Maybe he could try and concentrate on the birds now. Maybe. " Bonsoir, Monsieur Dakest," he greeted the boy with a smile that just briefly revealed a glimpse of his perfect pearly whites. Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Even a month into the term, Heath still wasn't sure what to make of Care of Magical Creatures. He'd enjoyed the lessons so far, and he liked animals in general - the cute, cuddly ones. Not so much the big, scary ones. He found they were a lot easier to interact with than people. Creatures wouldn't judge him for being too shy or too awkward. Still, there was something about the professor that Heath found a bit… unsettling. He didn't know why; all he knew was that he didn't want to know what would happen if he made Professor de Nostredame angry! Thus, he strived to be on his best behavior for this class.*
Heath didn't pay any mind to the overgrown grounds as he made his way to the lesson. After a month at Hogwarts, it started to seem normal. Besides, he was too busy concentrating on not saying or doing the wrong thing… that and plucking up the courage to greet the professor. He managed to look the man in the eye for the briefest of moments as he said, "H-hello, Professor." He wasn't going to even try greeting him in French! Knowing him, he'd get all tongue-tied, mangle the pronunciation, and accidentally insult him.
With that out of the way, Heath scurried off to the nearest hay bale and took a seat. Once he was settled, he noticed the birds in the cage, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the one bird that wasn't hopping around with all the others. Poor thing… was it sick? Maybe it was just shy. If that was the case, Heath could relate! Mathys had the impression that he made this young Ravenclaw nervous, though the man was hard pressed to understand why that would be. Though, he supposed, he did have an awe inspiring presence with his fashion forward looks and general air about him.
" Bonsoir, Monsieur Jonea." Quote:
Originally Posted by hjhm Birds.... those where the first thing Jillian saw when she stepped into class. Birds were not really something she's a fond of because of those beaks. So today she needs to step up because by the looks of it, they will be talking about birds for Care of Magical Creatures. Of course, Professor Mathys is looking flawless as ever- must be the French water but this teacher is gorgeous. "Bonjour, Professor" she smiled at him "You're looking really nice today" well, he looks really nice everyday.
Jillian took a seat next to a fellow sixth year (Nora) and gave her a smile as well. "Hi" she whispered softly. " Merci, Mademoiselle Kim," he smiled, almost, warmly at the Slytherin prefect. He had often found her to be polished and well put together, very worthy for leadership in that particular house. As far as his knowledge went. Quote:
Originally Posted by sarahlooo Louise was very intrigued by the French man that came back to Hogwarts with them. She often wondered what had happened to make him switch loyalties. That's what it seemed, anyway, since it had been fairly obvious that the French didn't like them at their school much.
Approaching the area for the class, Louise's interests shifted to the birds in the cage and the young Gryffindor did her best to sit as close to them as possible, green eyes wide and curious. She hoped it wasn't ill. That would have been poor lesson...
Oh. "Oh, hello, Professor," she said finally, remembering that she had forgotten to greet him.
Mathys was just about to clear his throat, a wry smile on his face, when the young mademoiselle corrected her behavior. An acknowledgement in some form was only polite.
" Oh, bonsoir, Mademoiselle Bones," he replied stiffly. Quote:
Originally Posted by Tegz Flynn was all for creatures, and the care of them. Today was no exception for the almost 13 year old and he had a bounce in his step as he approached the paddock.
Biiiiiiiirds! He tried to take a look without getting too close and came to stop by some of his yearmates. "Hi professor! I like your robes! " a nice colour they were. " Merci, Monsieur Whitlock," he greeted the sprightly youth with a smile.
Pivoting around so as to make eye contact with the entire circle, Mathys could not help but feel a tinge of disappointment in that none had correctly identified the creature right under their noses. They would learn soon enough.
Casting a sympathetic glance towards the cage and the black eyed beauties within, the French man flipped the elegant knee length coattails of his robes upwards and swiveled around the cage to face the designated ‘front’ of the class (though as he spoke he would continue to thoughtfully circumnavigate the cage) and officially began. “ Bonsoir and welcome to anothair Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Today comes a a bit of a change of pace compared to our studies up to ziss point.” The handling and observing of infant creatures, that is. “ Many of you, as you entered our circle here tahday, deesplayed astute observational skeells.” He paused a moment to run the tips of his fingers along the front of his robes. It pleased him to see that Hogwarts students were not as fashionably handicapped as they had displayed while at Beauxbatons and knew a look when they saw one. “ No mahttair ze species, whethair human or creature, zere are always signs of ageing to be observed or indicators of ailment.” He paused to stand before the cage and gingerly opened the door. Several of the blue birds leaped at the opportunity to land on his arm and hand, but his attention was clearly on the one who did not. “ Our feathered friends here aside, who would like to share one descreeptive qualeety, a detail, zat helps identeefy ze age of anothair leeving creature? No leemitahtions on wheech creature you speak of.”
Gingerly and as though the winged creature were made of glass, Mathys slipped his hand beneath him and carefully removed him from his cage. Cupping the delicate bird in his hands, he whispered something to it. Though what was uttered was between the man himself and the bird. OOC: this lesson has officially begun! If you are just joining us now please do not hesitate to jump right in (catch up is always welcome at any point during the lesson). We will continue in approximately 24 hours.
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