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Ronan was not comfortable with walking around in his pajamas, for the record. At all. They were old and frayed and didn't match. If only he'd known there would be a school wide sleepover in advance, with the lights on and all, he'd have made sure to bring some fancy PJs. Or even just a single proper pair, because the T-shirt he was wearing wasn't even nightwear since he usually slept without one. Said T-shirt that, on close inspection, was very visibly worn inside out, on purpose. It was one of his brother's old merch shirts and they were really soft, so he'd hoped that by turning it inside out no one would notice that he's wearing it. Because that's embarrassing.
So, tugging self consciously at his clothes and hoping the hole at the bottom of his sweats wasn't too visible, Ronan shuffled into the Great Hall. "Um.. hello Headmaster," Ronan waved to him, and nodded towards the Ravenclaw prefect. She seemed sad. Ronan had been sad too at first, but he'd chosen to look at the positive side instead. Christmas with his friends, and all that. He offered her a small smile, then took a moment to look around. The young first year got a wave from him too. Had the professors dragged the tables away themselves? Some of them were old, hadn't that hurt their backs? Ronan made a mental note to offer assistance in putting them back tomorrow morning.
Oh! Cookies! ... Could he take one now? Or did they have to decorate first? Ronan slowly meandered over to the food table.
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