we have been here the whoooooole time Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN When describing Kale Trent the word quiet would not be counted among the first descriptors. And yet he'd been eerily silent this whole lesson. The war had been less than two years ago and somehow investigating a family that by and large touted pureblood superiority-- just like Rosier-- was on the docket. It made the seventh year livid.
None of this was helped with the mere existence of Nemesis Upstead. They polluted the room with their knowing grins and scheming, stupid face. Murderer. Traitor.
Kale didn't offer up anything to say at any point in the lesson because he knew nothing he said was going to be constructive, and he really did promise his Dad he'd be better. More mature. And starting fights did not fall under the whole do better thing he was trying to achieve.
So he grit his teeth as his classmates discussed the Blacks and tried not to think about that void. The never-ending darkness. The way his father's face has melted off that opening feast.
Kale was so possessed by the fury that sometimes lurked underneath whenever he thought about the war that he didn't even notice when the activity was announced. He blinked rapidly and looked around the room. "What?"
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