Dancing Through Life
Xavi had been right. This class was a total waste of his time. Maybe he could talk to his head of house about dropping it. Because they were really going to draw a telephone? He was here to learn magic, not improve his sketching skills talking about a subject he already understood.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and resolved to note this experience in his letter home next week. Xavi pulled out his pencil, no need to draw with a quill and ink, and began copying the diagram on the board.
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