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- Straight 14 Inch Sturdy Elm Wand with Demiguise Hair Core
Prefect patrols often got in the way of other things that the teenager preferred to be doing like hanging out with his brother or Archie and Orwell, practicing quidditch, or studying with Victoire which typically involved watching her study while he tried to distract her with other things. All of those things were a lot more fun than prefect patrols, especially day time prefect patrols like this one. During the day time ones, the prefects were expected to walk around and stop fights in the halls, help lost or homesick first years, stupid stuff. Such a waste, Jean thought as he leaned against a wall in the North Tower, hearing the hooting of the owls in the owlery down the hall.
The teenager barely remembered his partner's name, some Ravenclaw girl who'd probably have nothing interesting to discuss. Jean's face displayed just how eager he was for this patrol, which was to say not at all. Spotting someone coming down the hall, the Gryffindor hoped it was her finally showing up. The sooner that they began, the sooner they would be able to clock out and he could head off to meet Orwell. Jean had asked the teen for his help with a bothersome situation he was facing. Today, he'd get some answers or at least he hoped he would. Orwell hadn't let him down yet, so he had faith. Moving to the window, Jean hopped up onto the ledge to continue waiting. It didn't matter to him that he was just a little early. He didn't feel he should have to wait at all.
The teenager barely remembered his partner's name, some Ravenclaw girl who'd probably have nothing interesting to discuss. Jean's face displayed just how eager he was for this patrol, which was to say not at all. Spotting someone coming down the hall, the Gryffindor hoped it was her finally showing up. The sooner that they began, the sooner they would be able to clock out and he could head off to meet Orwell. Jean had asked the teen for his help with a bothersome situation he was facing. Today, he'd get some answers or at least he hoped he would. Orwell hadn't let him down yet, so he had faith. Moving to the window, Jean hopped up onto the ledge to continue waiting. It didn't matter to him that he was just a little early. He didn't feel he should have to wait at all.