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[x_dean_thomas_x]

"...and in 650, the goblins blah blah blah. The blah blah blah treaty signed in 657 had the soul purpose of preventing blah blah blah..."

Dean shook his head, trying to focus on the lesson Professor Binns was giving.

"... And that is why in 688 blah blah blah..."

What a boring class to finish a boring week

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[big__dreams]

Brie giggled as she saw Dean shake his head to wake himself up. She felt the exact same way, really. So she reached over and poked him in the arm. "Boring, much?"

OOC: She's the same year, but Hufflepuff. You probably knew that already though, heh. And yay, I finally get to RP with you! :)

[x_dean_thomas_x]

Dean took the remaining of his energy to turn around to face Brie. A long yawn escaped his mouth.

"Tell me about it...," he trailed off drowsily, rolling his eyes. "This is pure torture."

ooc: Ha. Nice to officially meet you! :)

[big__dreams]

Brie nodded sleepily, and Dean's yawn became contagious.

"I know. He probably bored himself to death with one of his lectures and came back to do the same to us."

[x_dean_thomas_x]

Dean glanced at the teacher, who's monotone speech still echoed through the classroom.

"If that his plan, it's working," he said with another yawn. Dean looked around the classsroom. "More than half the class is asleep. It's as if he's giving a speech to himself."