Theodore Nott (nottjusthavok) wrote in _swish_n_flick,
Theodore Nott

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Laying across a bench Theo yawned softly. There was nothing to do, he already went to herbology and double potions his charms class no longer in session gave him a long time until he had to drag himself to divination. The sun beamed down between the leaves and landed on bits of his face warming both him and his bench. A smile crossed his face as he began to nap.
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