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Perhaps that’s because James wasn’t like everyone else, Yoongi.
”Depends,” he’d ignore the last bit about style. James didn’t have anything nice to say about that. ”Anyone can wear a badge.” It was, after all, only a piece of metal. ”But are you doing anything to make sure you deserve it?” he lifted a single brow. In James’ own experience, student leaders were just those that sucked up long enough to get the shiny and then afterwards they did nothing but abuse it’s power. Or what little power it actually had.
It’s why he never fancied to be a prefect anyways. Useless title if you asked him. They couldn’t even take away points. But he didn’t say any of this out loud. Surely some Professor would throw a fit if these words got relayed back to them. Ten galleons says it’d be Poncho Paul.
James’ smug smile stayed in place as he noted how startled the Head Boy got. Merlin, were there no basic requirements for the positions anymore? Their Head Boy was no better than an easily frightened kneazle. Good luck, Hogwarts. But the smug smile quickly dropped at the boy’s offer. ”…No.” He eyed the cream bottle that the boy was now holding out towards him. No he didn’t want it.
What were Professor not allowed to walk around the castle any more? Never mind the fact that he was actually here to talk to he Headmistress, but that was something the boy didn’t have to know. ”Professor Draper,” he held out his hand to meet Yoongi’s. Though hopefully Yoongi already knew this. ”I’m here looking for a student.” Eh, not really but now that he was here, might as well get this done too. ”One with a cat.” For no particular reason… Heh. ”Know any?”
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