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Midway through September, and it still felt odd to walk into the HIstory of Magic classroom and not see Professor Recard! Heath had nothing against Professor Holden, of course. Although it took him a while to warm up to new people, the man hadn’t done anything to make him dislike him. It was just… Recard had been his favorite professor, and he never thought she’d leave Hogwarts before him. Never mind… it was what it was.
Heath shook his head to clear his thoughts as he stepped inside the room. The first thing he noticed was the normal-looking classroom setup which, based on everything he’d seen of this class so far, was unusual in and of itself. Then his eyes fell to the easels at the front of the room. Hmm… he wondered how those would come into play, but he supposed he’d have to wait and see. After eying the easels with curiosity for a moment, his gaze turned to the professor. “Good morning, Professor Holden,” he greeted, giving a polite nod in acknowledgement.
Dark eyes scanning the room, he beelined for a seat near Evan, Claudine, and Ash. “Hey, Evan, Ash, Claudine,” he greeted, nodding to each person in turn, and there may have been a slight smile for the girlfriend. He slung his bag over the back of his chair and retrieved his supplies, neatly arranging them on the desk in front of him as he waited for the lesson to begin.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led  If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |