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| + Beo Lupin | Sep 19 2006, 06:50 AM Post #1 |
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not a social leper [yet]
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He was... on his way to the bathroom, and he'd gotten lost, so he was knocking on the nearest door to find someone who could direct him down the right corridors. Right. That might have worked in first year, but he was seventeen and was a lot less likely to get lost on his way to the restroom, even if it was Beo we were talking about. Or, he simply wanted some tutoring in Potions? But that was his best subject, and besides, he preferred working alone. A lot of people knew that. The whole tutorial thing might have worked for Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had nearly dropped down to an E in last year, but it simply wasn't a plausible excuse. He was an insomniac? It was seven o'clock. Anyone who even went to bed this early would be quite the opposite. Random wanderings would explain being in the dungeons in general, but no reason to be knocking on the Potion's professor's door. How many students looked at their calendars periodically? How many students owned a calendar? Had the Astronomy professor been teaching the lunar cycles lately? How many students kept up with the phases of the moon? How many students would add two and two together? All right, so perhaps he was a bit paranoid, but he really didn't want to be seen picking up his monthly Wolfsbane potion, just in case. Just in case he was found out, lost his prefect badge, was expelled from Hogwarts and exposed in the Daily Prophet as 'The Boy Hogwarts Kept Out of Pity.' He edged down the long hall, trying to keep as casual and cool as he could be when shaking in his boots. Why was this always so traumatizing? He started to whistle, then stopped, fearing he might attract attention, then started up again in case he attracted even more by suddenly stopping. He let the whistle casually die out of his voice, and stopped in front of a large door. Sending a quick glance down the hallway, he reached out to enter Professor Landry's office, his hand on the doorknob. |
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