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With another lesson having come to an end, a decent block of time was now available for him to do as he pleased. Typically at this hour, Beauden would make his way out onto the grounds, where he could stretch his legs, feel the breeze, and bask in the freedom that came with being outside. The duelling exercises from Defence, however, had left him feeling unexpectedly ravenous. Rather than sprinting straight to the lake, the creature barn, or seeing how far he could get to the forest before getting into trouble, a slight detour was in order.
The journey down from the third floor to the basement hadn't taken him terribly long. Even with the hustle and bustle of students flooding the corridors, heading to their next classes or chatting in small groups, he managed to move quickly. The not-so-secret passageways made the trip from the third floor to the basement a breeze. The sixth year felt like a man on a mission, his mind occupied by one thing: snacks.
At the sight of the fruit bowl down the corridor, his stomach growled, the familiar sight making his hunger intensify. As he walked up to the fruit bowl, his stomach growled again, louder this time, urging him on. With a flick of his wrist, Beauden extended his hand and gave the pear a light tickle, expecting the familiar sound of giggles and the swift transformation into a door-knob.
The sound of giggles filled his ears, though that pear was taking its sweet time squirming. He frowned, giving the pear another tickle, this time with more precision. Was it him, or was the pear being stubborn today? "Come on now," Beauden muttered under his breath, trying again.
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