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Appearing not to notice the change of scenery, Milo stepped barefoot through the "forest" and silently joined the gathering group of Defence Against the Dark Arts students. He put plenty of distance between himself and every other being visible to his current eyes, hanging well back in the shelter of the trees, and had his school jumper tied around his head so that it covered the lower half of his face as a makeshift mask.
The strange afflictions all around had unnerved him, though only briefly, and while Milo had by now witnessed Peeves himself doing whatever-it-was-he-was-doing with that book of his, he still could not be certain of the specifics. He would not risk an affliction passed to him by close contact, nor of falling victim to one in some other way. Maybe that was the point. Maybe that was why he'd not been afflicted yet. Or maybe he had, but just didn't know it. He blinked hard, his face a riot of twitches, and looked down at his hands.
Milo would have preferred not to show up at all, but his attendance record had been noted again, by the powers that be who did not would not could not understand that, even before the strangeness, withdrawal had been paramount to his safety and sanity. Knowing what threats came next, Milo suspended his isolation and rejoined with his pees. But his mind was far afield.
Further afield than usual; though, as he was not in the habit of greeting his professors or peers on arrival, to the un-Milo'd eye it was likely impossible to see.
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