As the professor and his classmates had that conversation about Karma, Karmic...stuff or whatever they were, Josh had been busying himself with advancing his skills of scraping unique figures on the desk with the sharp tip of his quill. And though there were no certain figure in shape of anything present in this world -except a little lizard and a roughly drawn Thestral image-, the Gryffindor boy thought they were each a masterpiece. Yeah, they were because anything the Master of Everything happened to produce would be a MASTERpiece.

Hehehehee...

Yet once they started the practical part of the class, if you called it practical of course, which he always preferred to participate rather than the theoretical part as he did in every class, the boy stopped working on his scraped masterpiece and looked up to pay attention, finally, to the class. Well...examining the example on the board, this looked rather easy to find out...this lesson thing. So, grabbing the quill back the lion boy started to work on his own name.

No 'sevens'? What did that mean? Well...he actually was not bothered by that fact because he already did not like the number 'seven' but it did not stop his curiosity. He wanted to know what it meant! Like NOW!

''Professor! There isn't a 7 in mine. Yeah 7. What does that mean?''

Tell me now! Tell me now!

7

Ha?

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