 *sneaks another quick post in* Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
If 'mentally dishevelled' was a real thing, that pretty much summed up Abra right about now. Nevertheless, once he was sat at a workstation - next to Junia, no less - and blending in with the rest of the class, he was able to relax just a little bit. At least more than when he'd sort of hesitated right at the moment that he was stood there right in front of everyone where all of their EYES could SEE him. With their EYES.
But yes. Junia. Abra found it easy to smile at her and also to whisper a greeting back.
"Hi. Oh..." The 'oh' part was concerning the pumpkin, because with Junia sliding hers across to him, he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten. Once she was back, he gave her a look of sincere gratitude. "Thank you, Junebug."
And then he shut up, because there were certain teachers from whom he got the impression that even just a little bit of talking would not be met well, and Professor Noble was one of those.
Except that not talking meant more time for looking, and also for noticing. And when he looked, and noticed, he saw and realised something had happened which made him stand out from the others. Something that he had done, or, it seemed, had failed to do. He wasn't the only one, but he was definitely in the minority, and so the moment Abra realised that almost everyone else had a copper cauldron with him, but that it was his pewter one that he had set on his desk, his eyes widened in pure, unadulterated horror. He'd missed an announcement, had been overlooked in an important memo, was oblivious to a widely known Potions-related rumour, or perhaps had just not read the lesson requirements properly. The result was the same nonetheless; he had turned up to Potions class unprepared.
Abra's life flashed before his eyes.
The end was nigh. |