Justin offered a shrug in reply as he ran the rag in hand over the reluctant suit's shoulders. "I don't know...nothing exciting from what I can think of. I've got some tutoring stuff to do tomorrow morning with a Slytherin and a Gryffindor and then Sunday I've got a practical curse-breaking simulation with Professor Babbling."
In all honestly, the seventh year had decided to dedicate this weekend, and many to come, to his studies. With that curse-breaking apprenticeship in sight he was ready to buckle down on the hard work necessary to procure it himself. Being a Hufflepuff it was no surprise that he was already situating a game plan that would take-up great amounts of free time and dedication to the goal.
The entire thing with Morag MacDougal
easdropping on his conversation with Babbling yesterday seemed to entice the seventh year to want the slot even more than he had before. The idea of that brown nosing Ravenclaw bint butting in on
his territory pissed the boy off royally. On top of that he had reason to believe that she wasn't even interested in the position other than to be a competitive wench.
"What about you?" Justin had quickly as he shoved aside the sudden bitterness for his Ravenclaw rival that had washed over him when he brought up his Sunday plans. "Got any hot dates with a cardboard crowned prince?" he asked obviously teasing her crown. It was clear that Justin had missed Megan's emphasised curiosity.
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