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			Synclair let his thoughts wander, go in all sorts of directions...fragment, and lead into other thoughts. While it may annoy some, he found a certain...peace, in being so absent-minded. It was difficult for him to focus on one thing, or on a single strand of thought for any period of time... Besides, he's gotten new ideas because of those wandering thoughts. His dark blue eyes taking on a glassy look, the man was barely aware of Miss Katya casting the spell...or of his robes flipping around until the front was where it should be. Dark brown fell over the pair, giving him a rather boyish look about him...and bringing his mind back to the present. With slight annoyance written all over his features, he brushed the strands aside, and let out a long, exasperated sigh.<br/>
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“You are right… It is a malfunction, it simply has to be,” Synclair replied, encouraged by the cute little giggle she let out. “Too bad there is no way to fix it, for these happen to be my favorite robes...when they are worn the right way, that is…” His large, capable hands on his hips, he gave a grin, this one bringing out the dimple in his right cheek...not to mention adding a certain twinkle to his eyes. “Maybe we should just have it where everyone wears their robes backwards… It would certainly make it easier on me!” he thought out, rather liking the idea.<br/>
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Visitor? Synclair began scratching the back of his head, causing several hairs to stick up while he lifted his eyes to the sky. “Ah, it looks like I have a message…” Extending a hand out towards the paper crane, it began unfolding so that he could read the message inside. His eyes followed the words...and he gave a nod to no one in particular. “It seems like I no longer need to escort the first-years to Hogwarts… Professor Archon did that,” he finally spoke up, indicating the note he just received. “All we need to do is arrive at Entrance Hall, basically make an appearance.” His lips curved into yet another smile...however, this one could do dangerous things to a female heart. “Should I escort you there myself, Miss Katya?” he asked, offering his arm.
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</blockquote><br/>Her hand pulled out of her robes as she put the wand away. "We could start a new trend, it'll be all over the school, and Nilsa can make it our policy," she said with a chuckle. Imagining that made the laugh continue, all of the students and professors walking the halls in backwards robes. "Of course, once it's said and done and everyone wears their robes backwards, yours will probably decide that's the time they want to be the right way, and so we'll be right back here. A vicious cycle," she added. The crane came down, fluttering to Synclair's outstretched hand.<br/><br/>Katya returned the nod as he read the note. "Well, no need to hurry across the lake then. Good of Archon to help out," she said. They could just head to the hall and join the others to prepare for the feast. At his smile, Katya couldn't help but return a lightly devious smirk, extending her arm through his as he offered it. "Certainly, that sounds lovely," she said, lighter blue eyes gazing into his own before looking ahead to the castle. "Shall we?" This was looking to be a rather good year.