Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy The fifth year Gryffindor made quick work of the stairs from his last lecture down to the dungeons for his Potions class, bothered by just how cold it's gone since a few weeks ago. Winter in Scotland was a tad bitter and colder than in Sheepscombe, he'd have to say. That all changed when he reached the classroom and was greeted by a very homey setup. It was just like home; cheery, warm, inviting, and-- oh. OH. Today was his dad's birthday.
Blinking away the sudden realization, Noah quickly schooled his face into a cheery emotion, matching the rather festive decoration as he went further inside to greet the Potions mistress. "Afternoon, professor." he said in passing with a grin on his face as he snagged a seat and workstation with Ash. A lazy salute was offered to the younger student as he got his writing implements out for note-taking. It looked like they were to develop...well, a developing solution.
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