Apedemak stared blankly at the board still in utter disbelief at the inane nature of this 'History of Magic' course. Pulling himself out of the malaise that Professor Borr seemed to perpetuate, the Sudanese boy looked at his hand and nails. His travels with his father clearly showed and his nails, though immaculately well kept, did have some traces of dirt under them; a hazard of devoting so much time to herbology. Ethnocentric twit! Apedemak thought as his unhurried gait carried him to the chalk board where he wrote his name and a 'P' next to it, before returning to his desk.
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