 books and cleverness | i like you a latte
Sitting in the outermost circle of seats, Max looked up when a piece of banana bread levitated over to him. He did not take any when he arrived because he was not hungry, but he supposed he could have a freshly baked snack. It smelled nice. He took a bite of the bread and leaned back in his chair as the therapy session began.
Since he was not at Hogwarts the previous year, he was not as traumatised as those who were held hostage in here by the bad guys. He was relatively safe at home, protected by his Ma and primary school teachers. So he did not need therapy, and he'd rather return to his dorm and finish the book he was reading than share his feelings with dozens of sad older kids. "I feel sad when I think about the last year too," he said quickly, repeating Healer Poppy's sentence. There, he was done.
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