 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale was feeling the urge to throw shoes again. Schmoe was technically speaking but he could hear the Rosier’s voice in every word. He hated that meat sack of garbage, Rosier.
SCHMOE MAN, KALE DIDN’T WANT TO THROW A SHOE AT YOU BUT LIKE YOU WERE MAKING IT HARD. And the worst part was like the fifth year couldn’t even blame Schmoe for muggle bashing. He and his peers had been doing it all term to stay safe.
His face twisted angrily as his peers started to say hateful crud about muggles. He wanted to, like, shout loud. Take a stand. Do something that was more than being an aggressive bystander.
The fifth year said, “They created technology that makes candles obsolete. Gah. Darn Muggles thinking they’re better than us and candles!”
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