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Narcissa sighed, looking over at Caelius before leaning her head against his shoulder with another huff. âWhat kind of Professor assigns us in-class work Caelius?â She whined, flicking through the pages as well. âIt doesnât matter to me, in fact, I donât even know the answer to that C. When did we learn this?â
Instinctively tilting his head and shoulder slightly so they were more curved towards her for her comfort, Caelius made an exasperated clicking noise. âWho the fuck even knows?â he muttered, looking at the pages with wide eyesâhe wasnât processing this, and honestly, he couldnât even muster up the effort to try. âI feel like weâre meant to learn more this year than all four years preceding,â he grumbled, âbut I donât remember hearing about any of this.â He flicked through his fairly sporadic notes, squinting. âIt looks like it came up a few weeks ago, but I donât remember a thing,â he said honestly.















