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Con_Stripes
"Its hard to know." Truebridge agreed. "Most people can tell by looking at others, reading social cues. That sort of thing." He vanished the chocolate frog head and then opened another one, removing the head of that one and putting it aside too. "The easiest way, I find, is to save your questions for a time where there is less of an audience, or you've received a direct invitation to ask them."
The drapes changed colours, echoing Jake's confusion.
"Well if you ask it straight away it is often more impulsive, and often will be met with less respect if it is a serious sort of question. Thats when people often will claim your words as rude, as if you haven't given them enough time to come up with answers, or even ask the same questions themselves." At least that is what Zan found to be the case.
"If you wait, and approach a person with questions afterwards, generally one would assume you've truly thought about what you are asking, that you have weighted it and decided it really is an important thing to know, and that your reasons for knowing it are equally as important as the question itself." He vanished the second mini chocolate frog head, again without eating it.
"The other thing is, the reason you ask a question might be different to the reason that someone else asks the same question. Thats another thing that can change it, but isn't entirely relevant to this situation."
Those drapes... were AWESOME.
Jake needed some.
Anyway.
"Why would I ask something without having thought about it; it has to get to my brain for me to say it," the boy said quite simply, snapping off a leg of the frog he held from the side of its stomach before eating it.
He watched Truebridge for a second, noting how he vanished the heads.
"Why aren't you eating the heads?" Jake asked, quite perplexed, before thinking on.
But thinking didn't help, Jake ended up pounding the arm of the chair with one concentrated outburst.
"I hate people," he said suddenly, almost spitting out the last word. He was so confused with all these rules and things he was supposed to remember.
"I'm told what to say, how and when to say it, the same with what I do. How long, exactly, before I'm told what I'm allowed to think?"
He would be punching things when he went back to his dormitory. That always made him feel better.