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Originally Posted by Felixir Toby couldn't help but give a half-wry, half-knowing smile at the talk of getting a potion to help him out. "'M'working on it," he assured the older girl, giving a nod as he continued rifling through pages upon pages. In all honesty, they (that was, he and his grandma) were looking into a solution for things, but it was more on the muggle side of things. Still, those were the kind of extra details he didn't need to share. "Trying to hold out 'til I can go home before I try anything, y'know?"
His brown furrowed slightly as he reached the last book and still couldn't find the parchment. Toby glanced down at the floor and all around his chair (but not under it, a clear mistake) and then up at the girl again. "My list," he said. "I had a list of assignments and things to do, but I've lost it." Which was a problem; Toby's memory was shocking and there was no chance that he'd remember even half the stuff on it. "Can you see it anywhere?" Cue another go at rifling through the books.
And the idea of Summoning it? Didn't even occur to the boy. Not once. She nodded. "I getcha.. Does it get really bad? Like...in lessons and stuff?" See. She really wanted to know all of the things. Maybe she was being nosy and maybe she was trying to distract herself. Either way, she was asking questions because she wanted to know the answers. "You should just nap instead of doing homework or studying or anything." She was going to nap her life away because that was easier than acknowledging anything that was happening.
A list... Oh. "I write lists too!" Not of homework and things. Actually she wrote lists of guys and things. Attractive lists. Leg lists. Other lists. Yes to lists! But if he had lost it then she was going to help. Or try to. She was kinda over the laces thing now that she'd witness the death of his books. Sort of.
Leaning over the side of the table, Els peeked properly and made sure to prop herself off so she didn't fall off the table and snap her neck or something also as sad. "Nope.... I think the blood is rushing to my head though..." Darn.
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