 Slytherin by heart
Maika leaned her head on a hand. She hadn't done interpretations, and she hadn't written a number on the board. She was staring at the teacher's number the entire time. "Nine," she muttered softly. "I keep looking at what you wrote, Professor. Don't lose it, it's the only one you have. 9. Why nine? Don't lose it... What you wrote, I don't want to deal with that number now. If you go by the rule of threes, which are supposed to be sacred numbers, 9 should be, certainly. I don't know if you meant don't lose your lucky number or anything like that, but... it makes me feel terrified. Like there's something connected to it so important that I want to turn a blind eye, the way most people do to seeing others in pain."
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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