 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Freeman paused, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on the petals in front of him. He wasn't planning to become an Auror, but so far none of the teachers had cared whether their particular lesson applied to Freeman's future plans. He had figured out rather quickly that he was expected to learn completely useless information, regardless of how he felt about it. What bothered Freeman was that logically his argument made sense. Weren't representatives of the greater academic system supposed to care about logic? And yet, here he was.
The small boy regarded the flower petals with distaste. No, he had no questions. Other than the obvious, what is the point of my being here?
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |