Hi, all! :)
The next chapter's up. :) It's one you've been waiting for for quite a while, I think...
Here's the preview:
“You’re lucky with Mrs Phelps; she’s been a teacher here for a long time, and she’s a bit of a favourite with the kids.”
“She seems nice,” Harry offered, and Mr Benson smiled.
“It should go without saying that we want you to settle in as quickly and easily as possible,” Mr Benson said, kindly, “so if you’ve got any problems, feel free to bring them to Mrs Phelps or myself, and we’ll see what we can do to help out, all right?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Harry said. Mr Benson seemed genuine enough, but – other than Mrs Baddams – he’d had a fairly lousy run of teachers and couldn’t help but feel a little wary. Mr Benson smiled at him again, and then glanced around.
“Blaise!” he said, waving his son over. The boy – Blaise – glanced over, muttered something to his friend, and then walked across, giving Harry a curious look. “This is Harry.”
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