A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
He was serious about getting help now that he thought about it. He had been thinking about it for a long time but he pushed the people away who tried. Maybe he had needed the hard handed approach instead of the careful one. No, now that he thought back that had been exactly what he needed. Did that make him weird? probably but as long as he got someone to help him it was alright with him.
Feeling much better, like a huge weight of stress and emotions were lifted off of his shoulders, Kevin looked around the room as the bugs dissapeared and sat down on the chair the charms professor had conjured. He looked at the Old Man as he sat down as well, trying not to chuckle because he had the feeling he had wished there had been a chair a long time ago and then looked up at the other. "I don't know, if i knew i wouldn't ask" he answered , a bit annoyed at the question. "Maybe , trying to make friends here?" Because he obviously needed people to support him. "But i don't know how, i never had a friend before before Zander" he admitted , looking ashamed because it was always awkward to admit you never had a friend before. "And maybe...listening better to instructions in classes?" he scratched the back of his neck and grinned a little.
As he placed his hands on his lap and looked around again, the Gryffindor was of course glad that the flesh eating slugs , yes he still thought they had been, were gone but it still felt uncomforable being in the cell and not cool like he thought it would be. "Do we..." his eyes looked from Professor to Professor. "Do we have to do this ...here?" he asked. "I mean, it feels like i'm in an interrogation room with two aurors."he laughed. Thought didn't feel like laughing.
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