 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Honestly, it was a bit of a relief to Ezra that History of Magic was taking place in the classroom today. He enjoyed the lessons and Professor Fergersnout drew your attention with her excentric and dynamic personality; but Ezra, who usually had an energetic disposition, had been tired of late.
Growing up was exhaaaaausting and growth spurts were a current thing. He was glad to be able to shuffle into the classroom and take a seat, seemingly without the need to run around recreating a battle or something along those lines. “Good morning—er—afternoon, Professor.” He greeted Fergersnout, correcting himself. It sure still felt like morning. It sure felt like he should still be sleeping.
He sat near Brandon the Nervous Hufflepuff, giving him and the others in the room nods of acknowledgement.
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