 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Coby had answer ready for the headmaster, but he didn't verbalise it. Putting his wand away and not looking at the horrors around him seemed better if he didn't want to end up like Kale. And Coby really didn't want to end up like Kale. He might pee, like the first year, and he really didn't want to pee in front of everyone like that.
So he stood there, with his head down, really regretting the added muscle on his person when last year he could have been overlooked so easily. The fifth year strongly considered just not saying anything the entire class when Headmaster Rosier put a wand to Ash's throat. Her THROAT. He's GOING TO KILL HER.
He struggled listening to people's answers. He still wasn't over Nem's previous answer, but Nem probably didn't mean it. Hopefully. Anyway. Wracking his brain for something, anything, Coby finally found his voice. "We.. we could expand the magical community. Make the muggles magic." Of course, Coby had no idea if that was even possible - it probably wasn't - but it was the first thing he had thought of and as long as they answered, nobody would die, right?
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