When Leon sat down, his knobbly elbows banged into the table top. His attention WAS towards the enchanted ceiling, but not so much now.The simultaneous pain was acknowledged by his silent scream and twisted face. His peachy skin was now a shade of embarrassed pink as he slowly peered around, trying to decipher the looks and see if anyone noticed his faux pas. The awfully curious numbness that followed the pain was being rubbed out and if anyone chanced a look now, it just appeared Leon was a bit chilly.
The lanky pre-teen just wanted to fit in at his new school. He poured himself some pumpkin juice and sipped at it. His eyes drawing judgments about the other tables occupants and strategies developing for how he would get through his first week.
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