These random switch arounds in his class schedule was hardly Jackson’s favorite part of a day, but what could you do? Especially with the new teachers who Jackson had only gotten a first impression off of, and he tried not to stick to first impressions. “Good evening, Professor Fletcher,” he greeted politely but curtly. He ran over the list of rules in his head when. Not overly so, and not quite on purpose, but Jackson was standing at attention hoping to not be the subject of Professor Fletcher’s wrath (if that would indeed prove to be an issue). As the professor started the lesson, Jackson had to hold back a smile because he actually found the man's rule about chit chat funny. The rule itself was fine, honestly, and Jackson understood it... but this performance was tickling Jackson's funny bone. Not that this was the time to show his teeth, you know? He looked at his classmates and told himself, See? This is why we read rules... before reminding himself that he was a Prefect and should have a better hand on the claws at least.
The next question had definitely made Jackson fall silent... silenter... more silent... the most silence
He had a feeling that an answer involving cartoon shows he liked in the Muggle world were going to suffice, so Jackson chose to answer the other question. He rose his hand and when it was his turn to speak, Jackson cleared his throat a little before prefacing. "Sir, I can't say that I have much knowledge in pyromancy, but I trust forms of Divination that I can confirm with another set of eyes. If you see this, it means that. Things we can look up and get a consistent answer of what it means. If pyromancy is looking into flames and interpreting what you see, I would say I want a second opinion because my eyes see things all the time but flames can trick you." Was that... Was that clear at all? Jackson fell silent, having decided he had nothing to add right now.
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