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He'd quickly set himself up in the Ravenclaw common room with a book and a drink. This wasn't a bad place, not really, and the people did seem to be a good sort. It'd be nice if George or Roxie were around, and he'd settle for Mason or Daisy or a half-dozen other folks, but that artist girl did remind him of George so that was comforting.
He frowned down at the book, licking a finger and turning the page. The good news -- he had an entire new lot of books to read, all nicely bound hardcovers and antiquated script, just how he liked it. The bad news -- he felt like a ten-year-old in a college course. He squinted down at the book with one eye, thoughtful. You could do that? To people? Really?
He frowned down at the book, licking a finger and turning the page. The good news -- he had an entire new lot of books to read, all nicely bound hardcovers and antiquated script, just how he liked it. The bad news -- he felt like a ten-year-old in a college course. He squinted down at the book with one eye, thoughtful. You could do that? To people? Really?
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:02 pm (UTC)It was still minimally annoying. He took a seat not far away from Rube, reasoning that as they were both newcomers, they were unlikely to have a great difference in skill or understanding levels. A sounding board could be useful on either side. "Turn the page," he advised at the Look. "It gets worse."
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