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Morgan wasn't sure if he was becoming desensitized or just numb to everything that was going on. He was fairly used to the hooded creeps lurking around every corner and looming about in their lessons. They were a daily, annoying presence, and he'd learned to tune them out the best he could as the fight really wasn't in him anymore.
The defiance at this point seemed useless and he'd watched in casual disinterest as Aboli spoke out and was predictably cast upon by the hoods, though he did find it slightly interesting that her friend who undermined their spells wasn't punished as well. Or it looked like maybe they'd cast a trip jinx, he couldn't quite tell. And not that he wished for anyone to be hexed or jinxed or worse, it seemed more like a prank than the learning opportunity that Schmoe claimed it to be. What did Morgan know though?
He was a little more horrified when Flynn addressed the hoods directly though. Even if he had been completely respectful, he should know better. Didn't he remember when Phoebe lost her teeth for simply smiling at one?? And so he cringed slightly when one of the hoods pointed a wand at him. Morgan didn't see anything that looked bad, so hopefully he got off easy.
Morgan was so bored with this lesson on how Muggles Are Terrible Part 86 and had gotten a little consumed in his own thoughts that he almost missed the next part of the instructions until Schmoe assigned him to Team Wizard. Oh... they were playing a game? He was a little surprised to be on that team, considering he was one of the incarcerated, but okay. He could use some spell practice since he rarely had his wand anymore.
Nets and ropes though? That seemed barbaric and... well, to be honest, like muggle things. Weren't they meant to use their wands and magi? Wasn't that the whole point? Morgan didn't collect any of that for himself, but did grab his vest and walked over to the team just as he heard Tavie and a younger student mentioning the strategy of splitting up. "That's cool with me." He did not have a better idea, even if he had a spell in mind. And there were a lot of first and second years who could probably use the help of an older student. Which apparently was him now.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
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