Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Strolling into the classroom, with his bag hanging loosely off one shoulder, Patroclus grinned at the professor as he pasted her, "Morning Professor," he said brightly.
Finding a desk, Patroclus quickly followed the instruction that were written on the board; he took out his quill and ink well, unrolled a sheet of parchment and smiled. The smile was genuine, but deep down the boy was slightly nervous. Arthimancy like Astrology always ended up confusing the boy. He was much more of a physical learning, rather than numbers and codes.
But he tried and that was the best he could do.
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