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Noah had fallen asleep the moment he finished his breathing exercises. His stomach was full, he's lost a good amount of sleep early on since he's been revising more than the usual for his OWLs, and the room was far too relaxing, to be honest. He'd missed the question entirely because he was in lala-land, only to be woken up with a slight jolt by Scarlett's voice. Thank Merlin for having a very loud sister.
Rubbing the sleep off of his eyes, Noah sat straighter in his seat in an attempt to fight his afternoon exhaustion. His eyes wandered from one student to another, trying to figure out where they were in the discussion, and was able to make out the topic of the question: Dreams.
Welp, he really has no clue what it is scientifically (he found that boring), but from a wizarding folk's point of view, it could be of importance. Like... yeah, Divination and stuff. Noah propped his elbow on his desk, and had his chin in his hand. Speaking of dreams, he had one the other night... perhaps brought about the experience they had during last term's excursion at the Reserve. Comparing it to what actually happened, his dream was way cooler.
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