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It boggled his mind as to why Professor Flamsteed wanted them to be in their swimwear for the day's Herbology class when he was certain that the weather and the overall temperature of the outdoors was relatively cool... even cold for light clothing. But honestly, since it was Hogwarts, he knew better than to question. After all, his body was ready for... whatever it was that the Professor planned for them. Hey, he even sneaked a quick round of crunches and planks to warm himself up (yeah, right).
Noah showed up in his school robes, of which he charmed to warm on its own, while underneath he wore a pair of sweats and a shirt just to keep things modest... for now. He didn't want to appear gung-ho about wearing his swimwear and freezing his bottom off. Patience was a virtue after all. And yes, he didn't want to gift himself a cold for Christmas, thank you very much.
"Professor Flamsteed," Noah announced his presence with a nod towards the professor and quietly took a spot...
WAIT. Face-palming, Noah sidled quietly next to his sister Scarlett and draped his school robes over her shoulders. Yes, they were the 'wild' Mordaunt kids out of the four spawns of Mordred and Sophie, but this was a bit scandalous. "I know you rarely catch a cold, but let's not risk it because if you do, I don't want to catch your cold and ruin my holiday." Please? Noah stood up straighter as he charmed his shirt to warm on its own to keep himself comfortable and toasty while he waited for the class to start.
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