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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Settling Down' / Monday, November 21 / 11:47 am
Location: corridor outside the Potions classroom
Open To: Hargreaves
Currently Involving: Phillip
Phillip had been one of the first out of the classroom door when Snape had released them. Bloody Potions. It wouldn't be so bad if they had a decent professor rather than that greasy git. Potions always left Phillip in a rather foul mood, ready to hex the first person who crossed him. He made his exit quickly, however, one of his housemates had shouted to him from down the hallway as he'd exited the room and instead of running over to greet them, he'd started a yelling match to answer them.
The other Gryffindor was now disappearing up the stairs, shouted message finished, but it had been enough to sidetrack Phillip from making his usual hasty leave of the dreary and depressing dungeons, which meant he was still standing not very far from the classroom. He turned to pick up his bag from the floor again, nearly knocking into someone. He glanced up and his eyes narrowed into a harsh glare as he realized who it was: Hargreaves Beckett.
Location: corridor outside the Potions classroom
Open To: Hargreaves
Currently Involving: Phillip
Phillip had been one of the first out of the classroom door when Snape had released them. Bloody Potions. It wouldn't be so bad if they had a decent professor rather than that greasy git. Potions always left Phillip in a rather foul mood, ready to hex the first person who crossed him. He made his exit quickly, however, one of his housemates had shouted to him from down the hallway as he'd exited the room and instead of running over to greet them, he'd started a yelling match to answer them.
The other Gryffindor was now disappearing up the stairs, shouted message finished, but it had been enough to sidetrack Phillip from making his usual hasty leave of the dreary and depressing dungeons, which meant he was still standing not very far from the classroom. He turned to pick up his bag from the floor again, nearly knocking into someone. He glanced up and his eyes narrowed into a harsh glare as he realized who it was: Hargreaves Beckett.