 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale nearly harrumphed at Tavie’s super sound logic. Ravenclaws. Couldn’t argue with ‘em cuz they just knew better and Octavia Stark knew more than most. She was crazy smart. She knew like a bajillion languages and was super good at all kinds of advanced magic. How could a Kale argue with a Tavie? Answer. He couldn’t.
He didn’t even try. Instead, he nuzzled his head into her hand, silently asking for some scratches, and considered her words. “I mean, I would talk to Meeks. But she isn’t even talking to me right now. Which. Like. Is sorta the problem.”
And just so Octavia didn’t think he was avoiding her question, he tacked on. “But I know how I feel. I just— this term isn’t the time to sort it all out, y’know?”
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