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	There was a speech. Blaise didn’t really listen. He heard that the class would be taught by some guy named War Machine, which was a pretty cool name, he thought it was cool that Earth let people have names like that. Though, with a name like that, he was probably a pretty intense guy. The speech ended and he saw people reaching under their chairs, so Blaise did that too and found his room keycard. He thought to himself maybe sometimes he should listen more, like he should’ve paid attention to what Dormammu said before telling him to go off to Mobius, but there were a lot of steps and details in that whole thing, and steps and details weren’t Blaise’s style. 
	
	Blaise did what felt right at the moment, and what felt right then was heading to the class 1-B common room. He figured there was more worth seeing there than his room. When he went in there someone was already chilling, sitting upside down. Blaise could dig that, never get too attached to having one absolute direction up or down. He said “[color=fff200]Sup.[/color]” to Issie, but then focused on the TV in the corner. He started fidgeting with the controls to try and switch the inputs, but what was on the TV caught his eye. It was an episode of How’s It’s Made, chill electronic music and calm voiceover talking about how they make tennis balls. He stopped on it and said to himself “[color=fff200]Bro, this right here, this is my kind of show.[/color]” After that he just stood there, watching the mechanical process repeat over and over again.