"How do you know this isn't how I have fun?" Charles asked dryly. He gestured at the desk in front of him. "What about this doesn't look like a party to you?"

Charles shook his head. He didn't expect Claxton to actually leave immediately of course--that would be too simple, and not at all like how his day was going currently, after all. "I'd think you'd understand the need to focus on studies, Claxton," he said. "Don't you have NEWTs this year? Aren't you concerned about them?"

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