Fuck, this was a complete waste of his time. Why Agrimony thought that he might run into something amusing whilst judging this competition was beyond him. It looked like it was a waste of time and energy. Regardless, he was eager to get home and away from the mundanity of castle life. It was amusing for him when he was a student himself, but now the potions was rudimentary at best. No Slytherin had even made it in the NEWTS Potions competition either; if he cared more about the education he’d do something about it, but as it was, Agrimony was looking forward to leaving the castle as soon as he could.
And yet….after the competition, he stepped outside into the courtyard to smoke a cigarette, leaning against the cold stone of the pillars and take some time to reminisce. There was no around at least, to catch him indulging in a bit of nostalgia. Not that he was at all missing the school, but there was no doubting that times were more simple.
Speaking of which; the hairs on the back of his neck had suddenly stood up and he looked around. When he didn’t find anyone, he sighed, extinguishing his cigarette with a flick of his fingers before tucking it behind his ear. An explanation for the odd sensation came in the form of a familiar (but slightly different) voice once he rounded the corner. Caught lost in his own thoughts, Agrimony looked up, his eyes immediately finding the speaker. “Foxwood.” He supposed it was only a matter of time before he ran into his former….friend? Sure, why not.
“In the flesh.” He looked at Foxwood with some level of scrutiny. Though he could see glimpses of the nervous goody Ravenclaw that had followed him into the Forbidden Forest, Foxwood certainly seemed to carry himself with a lot more confidence now. Though Agrimony’s keen eye caught that he looked as if he’d lost some sleep in the past few days. After a pause: “Did you never leave?”
And yet….after the competition, he stepped outside into the courtyard to smoke a cigarette, leaning against the cold stone of the pillars and take some time to reminisce. There was no around at least, to catch him indulging in a bit of nostalgia. Not that he was at all missing the school, but there was no doubting that times were more simple.
Speaking of which; the hairs on the back of his neck had suddenly stood up and he looked around. When he didn’t find anyone, he sighed, extinguishing his cigarette with a flick of his fingers before tucking it behind his ear. An explanation for the odd sensation came in the form of a familiar (but slightly different) voice once he rounded the corner. Caught lost in his own thoughts, Agrimony looked up, his eyes immediately finding the speaker. “Foxwood.” He supposed it was only a matter of time before he ran into his former….friend? Sure, why not.
“In the flesh.” He looked at Foxwood with some level of scrutiny. Though he could see glimpses of the nervous goody Ravenclaw that had followed him into the Forbidden Forest, Foxwood certainly seemed to carry himself with a lot more confidence now. Though Agrimony’s keen eye caught that he looked as if he’d lost some sleep in the past few days. After a pause: “Did you never leave?”
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