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SLAM!
Travis dropped his obnoxiously heavy books onto the ground next to a small study table.
Homework and Travis are not friends. Not Friends at all.
Honestly, Travis would have set fire to it if he could. But then he would get detention or something. So instead he opened his notes onto the table. Why would teachers give them this stuff. There was no point to having them write essays about "the importance of Flobberworm Mucus." or what ever he was actually supposed to be writing about.
He looked around the common room, everyone was either chatting it up, or finishing papers. He put down his pen, and just stared at the paper. This was completely unnecessary and superfluous. They had already learned this all in class. Did they really need to reiterate this all over again? |