Ted was bored in class, as he often was, staring out the window to his right and daydreaming about the beautiful spring day outside. History of Magic was always his class for daydreaming, rife with homesickness for summer and the green hills of Limerick, where he could spend the whole day outside without any stuffy lectures from beyond the grave to worry about.
He sighed softly, chin propped up on his palm as he stared out the window, entirely oblivious not only to Binn's lecture, but also everything else that was going on in the classroom around him.
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