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The early February cold was whatever. Nem still felt it, this was Scotland after all, and they were still particularly susceptible to it, but at this point they were also largely beyond caring. No hand-crocheted gloves or hat, no cloak or jacket, just their uniform, same as if they were having class indoors. They still had their hands in their pockets though, wand ready and held; wanting to feel the chill was one thing, but it would be stupid to risk losing dexterity and fumbling if they had to cast magic at a moment's notice.
Far too much stupidity going around at the moment already.
Joining the group of students, Nem lingered - as they ever did - on the margins. Nobody got a look or greeting or acknowledgement, nobody but their esteemed professor. The Nem stare Nem gave him was a hard, stony one, and they kept it fixed on his eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to meet it for long.
"Schmoe."
So courteous. Though they could always think of something else to call him, if he preferred. |