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[He stood in the doorways entrance to the empty classroom, shuffling a bit, struggling to hold his potion supplies and his parchment and quills in his arms. All the shuffling made him seem like a very tiny figure trapped within his overly large robes. He managed to get himself somewhat composed, pushing up his glasses slowly as he staggered into the room, spilling some of his supplies on the ground. He seemed to be lacking the cool confidence he usually had in class, despite him knowing he was struggling in the course, mainly because he was now exposed to the man who knew that his grades were suffering.]

G-Good evening, profethor.

[He stammered softly managing to set his notes and parchment down on one of the tables before he headed towards the man's desk, shifting his glasses around again.]

I brought what you told me to bring.