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@slyaria
It was mid-morning, a slight lull between classes and Jimin was relieved for the small break. His stomach was grumbling at him, angry that he had skipped out on breakfast. Honestly, the entire morning has been off for the hufflepuff. He had overslept and had shot out of bed with barely enough time to get his robes on properly before stomping out of the dorms and to his first class. And generally he carried around some kind of small snack in his bag but apparently he had eaten it the day before.
So there he was curled up on a bench, stubbornly refusing to get some food that close to lunch time. Instead he was folding paper cranes and spelling them to float haphazardly in the air above him. Despite his bad morning, Jimin was in a good mood and was determined to stay that way.
