 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Peeking his head around the open door to the potions classroom, Fletcher first made sure there was nothing blatantly pink in the room. Ah good, there was not. He didn't even notice Lafay at first, keen as he was to avoid her. After the end of last lesson? And all his babbling about how brilliant she was? And how he was going to write a letter to get her inducted into the Potioneer Hall of Fame or whatever?
Yeah no thanks. He definitely hadn't written THAT letter once his potion wore off.
Thinking that the coast was clear, Fletcher decided to cross the threshold and entered the classroom. He quickly slipped into a seat at one of the groups of desks in the back and stared around. Oooookaaaaaaaay. What were they doing today? And what was all that movement at the front of the room?
OOH it was the professor. Hide! Fletch slid down in his seat as much as he could, his long legs sliding under the desk in front of his. Yeah that was a great cover.
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