Andrew had stuffed into his backpack a handful of caffeine infused hard candies that he had managed to procure in a way that he figured that Robert would be so proud of, but, well,whatever. They tasted like espresso, and he had put one into his mouth out in the hallway before entering the classroom. Andrew had used his allowance buying a muggle MP3 player and in getting to the muggle library to download music onto it. That had meant getting creative about getting the candies until he got his next bit of allowance from Robert. He was, in his own way, pleased that he had not lost his touch with such things. The muggle clerks had not even seen him come into the shop, let alone all that he had left with. He was, silently, fairly pleased with himself. He was thinking, though, he might have to send her a few pounds to repay them. That thought did not please him. The day had been when he could waltz off with whatever he wanted and not think twice. Now somehow, he was starting to learn to eventually regret such things. He sometimes thought he liked himself better before he knew morals existed.
"Good morning, Headmaster," he said casually, going in and taking his seat. He wasn't really giving Doyle much thought this morning. Doyle really was, for Andrew, pretty much a classroom fixture today. Andrew was more preoccupied about running off to the owlery to post the note to Robert requesting more sickles. He had been completely honest about misspending his allowance onto the muggle device, and Robert rarely refused him. He had managed to not mention his light fingered visit to the muggle newsstand.
He took his seat quietly and got out the Potions textbook, his notebook, and his quick quotes quill and waited.
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