 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Yes, it was Mr. Truebridge. David glanced at Nero and then reluctantly collected himself and his notebook, and loped over to the pair of them, sitting down again on a lower step and stretching his long legos out below him.
"You can call me David," he informed the woman finally. He was thinking more along the lines with Nero for a change; that this was no coincidence that such a ruckus had happened in the Hall of Prophecies. "Hang on, though," David put up one finger imperiously, "who exactly repaired the orbs? The prophecies?" If he had his glasses, he would have taken them off, given them a polish, and then incredulously put them on again. "I thought that was supposed to be impossible to do."
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