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Professor Cox did not, in fact, enjoy poetry.
He found most of it to be self-indulgent nonsense. Words twisted into shapes meant to sound profound but rarely saying anything at all and yet still managed to be too intrusive.
He set the tome aside with deliberate care, brushing an invisible speck of dust from its cover before continuing the faintest exhale left him. "You’re not entirely wrong, Miss García Massey. In a way, you are redistributing the mess. The world can be remarkably good at absorbing our mistakes, magical or otherwise, but that doesn’t mean one should make a habit of testing its patience nor rely on such thoughts as absolute." He supposed she could call that thought 'pretty' if she insisted - to him it was just logic.
There was just a touch too much whimsy for his liking between the duo. Complimenting ink stains earned Miss Webb a sharp cock of the brow and a look that was akin to smelling someone who had stepped in dragon dung. Not worth the effort telling her to cease the peculiar behavior, however, seeing as she was sticking to the task. Both of them were.
He glanced down at the gray water in their buckets briefly as he began to pace about the alcobe. "Perhaps we’ll call this an early introduction to environmental responsibility."
It was often amusing how students, particularly of the first year variety, were convinced that adults were so hard of hearing that they could not hear modestly hushed voices from a close proximity. Some of his colleagues might even find the innocence cute - he found it mildly insulting. "Taking responsibility for one’s actions," he remarked dryly without looking up from a nearby shelf he had occupied himself with while the pair conspired quite literally under his nose, "is rarely observed to be fun. Suppose that is precisely why it’s called a consequence, not a celebration. A small relief to know the two of you grasp that concept."
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.....................................
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like
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