 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash went through the motions. She smiled at Dahlia. She spoke to Tadhg. "I'm fine. As usual." It was a bit of a joke, seeing as being fine was unusual for her. Who even knew if she was really fine? It could be that she shut down all of her emotions so that she could handle being in... this class. Specifically. Was feeling nothing really fine? Maybe not. She smiled at Noah. She smiled at Eden, who looked very pretty today. Ash wished there was someone to do her hair and makeup that nice. It was one of the few things that she was not skilled at.
... Ash wasn't sure she liked where this lesson was going. Why would you want to preserve all your memories? Ash was already struggling with not wanting her photographic memory. She wished she could wipe the memories of potions class away too. And flying, and DADA, and muggle studies, and CoMC, and HoM, and basically all of the classes she had. All of the memories she had made here. She didn't want them.
Another thing Ash didn't like was that this class seemed to be a class on making photos move. Ash didn't want to make her photos move. She wanted them to stay still.
And now dread was filling her mind. Tasted like... rot.
Ash was not going to say 'moving photos' as an answer to the question. She wasn't going to say it, even if it was the right answer. "You could preserve your memories through art." And there was an interesting tone of voice she was using. It was almost defiance, but maybe it was more like disappointment or unsurprise. Perhaps resignation. Maybe just not-enthusiastic.
Ash didn't want any moving pictures of herself. |