 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Was he aware of the location of his mum's lesson today? Yes. Had she reminded him (again) of this during breakfast? Absolutely. Was he one of the first students to be waiting outside the Room of Requirement? Definitely not. In fact, fourth-year Gryffindor was nowhere to be seen despite it nearly being time for class to begin. However, if one were to listen carefully, loud approaching footsteps could be heard like an erumpent stampede.
Logan knew he shouldn't be running through the corridors, but drastic times called for drastic measures. As wonderful as that nap in the common room had been, it perhaps had not been a wise idea to think that he had all the time in the world to snooze a little before class. If that dream of his (as wonderful as it had been) hadn't suddenly shaken him awake, the odds of him still being sprawled out on the sofa would have been high.
Huffing and puffing, the blond was relieved that his mum and the others were still waiting in front of the tapestry and that he wasn't showing up late. Nevertheless, the moment of panic and all the rushing did take a toll on him. He was out of breath and, because he hadn't had a chance to fix it, his hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions. A fleeting see-I'm-not-late look was sent his mum's way as he sandwiched himself between Sable and Vera and used the both of them to prop himself up.
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