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Newt
Harry was sitting in his Muggle Studies Repair Shop Class, bored. He hated this class, but he had somehow allowed himself to be suckered in to joining it by Prometheus. He had said that it would be fun, that he would love it just as much as his necromancy classes. Yet, here he was, bored, and Prometheus was fast asleep beside him, drooling all over his notes.
"Yeah, Harry, you won't regret it, I promise. Yeah right." Harry muttered under his breath, glaring darkly at the softly snoring Prometheus. He wrinkled his nose as he saw the ever growing pool of drool that was making the ink on the paper run. "Oh, ew."
"So as you can see, if you take the yellow wire and thread it through the fourth hole through the T-pipe and then thread it through the second hole through the right side and connect it to the main line-" Harry let his head drop and hit the top of his desk with a loud thud.
"Am I boring you, Mr. Potter?" a voice snapped. Harry's head flew up and he was met with the glare of his teacher, Mr. Withers. Harry looked around before nodding.
"Yeah, actually, you are. And you're probably not going to like this, but you're boring everyone else in here." Harry said, gesturing about the room. Out of a class of fifteen, five were sleep, including Prometheus. Six were nodding off, two were reading books that they had obviously brought with them with the intention of reading them during class, one was even in the middle of crawling on the floor to make a break for it out of the door for escape from boredom, and one, Harry, was staring at the teacher.
"Get out Potter!" Mr. Withers snarled. "And don't come back until you can learn to pay attention!"
This caused Harry to burst out laughing. He had been paying attention up until the whole head making contact with desk top thing. Shaking his head, he picked up his bookbag and slung it over his shoulder. He walked towards the door, grinning down at the boy crawling on the floor, making a break for it. Harry opened the door, and paused, stepping away from it, letting the kid escape without Mr. Withers noticing.
"You know, sir, if you actually let us fix something, maybe we'd pay attention." Harry informed him, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. Once he was in the hallway, he let out a sigh of relief and slammed the door shut behind him. He knew that Mr. Withers would go and complain to Endymion, but at the moment, he couldn't find it within himself to care.
He was free from that boring old class, and if he could wrangle it, he wasn't ever going to go back and attend another one. Of course, that was only if the class manager, Madam Baudelaire, allowed him to change classes, which meant that he would have to go out and get some chocolates and flowers for her...again.
"Thanks for the help." Harry jumped to find the boy whom he had helped escape standing next to him. The boy had a lit cigarette held between his fingers, offering the pack to Harry, who shook his head. The boy shrugged an pocketed the pack of cigarettes. "Name's Ashton. Ashton Newton. Everyone calls me Newt, though."
"Nice to meet you, Newt. Name's Harry Potter, but everyone calls me Harry, though." Newt laughed as he shook Harry's hand.
"Nice to meet cha, Harry." Newt then glanced at the Muggle Studies Repair Shop Class and chuckled. "You know, he hasn't changed his curriculum once. This is the third time I've taken his class, you know. As long as you don't make loud noises, he doesn't notice if you're not paying attention, or if you leave if you crawl."
"You're kidding me." Harry said, chuckling a bit.
"Nope. I just go for the first five minutes then sneak out. Sometimes I use it for nap time if I stayed up partying all night." Newt's eyes then brightened. "Hey, you wanna come to a party with me tonight? You'll love it! There's lots of babes and booze! So, what do ya say?"
Harry shook his head. "No thanks. I have something planned for tonight. Thanks for the offer, though." Newt shrugged.
"Maybe next time. Well, see you 'round, Harry."
"Bye Newt."
