 Making fire + starting the activity + Hello there Jaemin/Stewart (permission to pull) Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
You'd think it would bother him that the class was in the cold, or that it was nearly dinner and he'd rather be in the Great Hall than out by the lake but really the boy couldn't care less. The level of indifference he'd taken to the lesson was astounding and somewhat alarming. By now, his unadulterated rage at no longer having Moxley had mostly trickled down into unmistakable apathy.
Blaise was listening to the instructions, now realizing the Potions aspect--not that he'd have asked. The boy found it more usual than not that the classes this term weren't making sense. Not logical sense anyway. Now they were making food.
As much as he wanted to be put off, how could he when he was starving and they would soon be fed? That sounded like a win to him. An even bigger win came when he heard they'd be muggle fire making. Not that he was opposed to simply sharing a fire with someone else if it DID require magic. Speaking of, Blaise had been watching the confrontation between the younger Snake and the Not!Moxley Professor and immediately decided to share with him. He'd seen enough to know this wouldn't end well and made a beeline for the boy. "Let's work together. I think we're both a little behind." And without waiting, the Gryffindor took hold of the boy firmly and pulled him over to his pile of wood.
Having already collected the box of matches, the boy took a moment to light the fire before turning to the Second Year and pointing to the half filled page of his notepad where a message waited for him at the end. Leaving the boy to read and hopefully get it, Blaise went to get the tripod stand and collect the needed ingredients. This didn't seem SO hard. A little clear thinking and he now had his cauldron firmly seated. "You can cut the cabbages while I get some water." And they could pretend to be somewhere else together if he liked. Just no more; the anger was threatening to set in again, just when he'd gotten rid of it.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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