 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale could feel the worried eyes of his friends on the back of his head and the reassuring pressure of Flynn's hand. He wasn't so far gone that he was immune to that attention. But he didn't have the energy to plaster on a smile today. Sorry, friends. He was trying. This was him trying.
In class, there was something or other about Dumbledore. Usual and normal Kale would've answered with a peppy grin and a flag waving hand about how Dumbledore was a famously fab knitter, but this Kale wasn't that Kale. This Kale was quiet.
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