Agrimony briefly turned his gaze skyward; whether in an eye-roll, or perplexity he would never know. With Foxwood, he always seemed on the verge of being a goody-two shoes, but only because he felt inclined towards it. Going back to Hogwarts after graduation seemed outrageously unsurprising, however at the same time Agrimony always thought he was going to do something else. Perhaps something more. Not that he thought much about Foxwood.

“I’m surprised you don’t have more chalk on your coat, in that case.” He commented, his eyes flicking back down to the cuffs of Foxwood’s sleeves. Realizing he hadn’t answered Foxwood’s previous question he gestured towards the Great Hall. “I was volunteered to judge the potions contest. I had the NEWTs students.”

Judging hadn’t been the worst in the world, but he’d hardly come across any student who he’d deem inspirational — the Hufflepuff girl seemed quite adept at the skill, but her family would likely commit her to the whims of society instead of allowing her to pursue something that would actually be useful to her. Unfortunate, but predictable. “It’s a Saturday, what are you doing still at the castle?”

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