How I'd Like the Next Generation's School Days to Be...
Teacher: Crookshanks! Voldemort! Please could you get off that desk and sit down? OK, Merlin, can you hand out the tests for me?
Girl 1: What did I get on mine?
Girl 2: Spoilers!
Teacher: I heard that, River.
Girl 1: But I'm really worried, I think I got question 14b wrong...
Teacher: Actually, Hermione, you got 112%.
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Boy 1: I don't understand question six.
Boy 2: Me neither, but when the teacher walked past, I noticed her breathing rate pick up slightly when my pen was over Option D, so I put that.
Boy 1: I suppose it's your name...
Boy 2: My parents like me to make deductions, yes.
Boy 1: It's alright for you, Sherlock. Mine like me to get bad marks - apparently it fits with the name Neville.
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Teacher: Fred, will you collect the papers back in?
Boy 3: I'm not Fred, I'm George.
Teacher: Oh for goodness' sake, you're not even identical!
Boy 3: One of these days...
Boy 4: When we're running our joke shop...
Boy 3: We'll invent disguises...
Boy 4: And then you'll see.
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Teacher: That's the end of the lesson.
Boy 5: *Jumps out of window* Dobby... Dobby is free!
Girl 3: Dobby, you bad, bad boy! Students is not meant to be freed until the bell rings.
Teacher: It's OK, Winky, you can go too...
"You move me, Kurt." ~ Blaine Anderson