It was an uncharacteristically hot Monday for May in Scotland. That mornings Prophet said it was even warmer down south. A perfect day to not go to class, Percy thought. It was breakfast, and he sought Alecto out in the Great Hall, slipping in beside her as he grabbed a piece of toast off the large pile there. “How much do you care about your classes today?” he asked casually, taking a bite of his toast.
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