 Ancient Runes, task 1 post 3 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Leaning back, Benzi sighs. "I don't know I can't read him.. my sister likes him and at first he seemed like bad news but now I'm not sure. He's actually teaching her sign language, who'd have though," he said, looking at Reagan with a shrug. "I dunno what to make of him and I've tried just being nice and supportive but I'm not getting anywhere." And, what may be contrary to popular belief, he does actually care about the little ones and their wellbeing. Especially the little Ravenclaws. Especially the ones who are alone.
One of his favourite things about being a Prefect was that he was someone the kids could talk to if they needed it and he'd miss it once he'd graduate. But, not really the task at hand for the moment. "Nah I'm good, but thanks," he waved away her offer to warm his hands because that could have disastrous results if not done properly and he needed his hands.
"That's... interesting," Benzi nodded with a small smile. Not really his cup of tea but he wasn't about to go into that with her right at this moment. "I, hmm," he started, and leaned back on his hands as he thought of something he could share. Everything he thought of seemed way too personal.
"I have anger issues," he sighed, and looked down at his hands. "I've been spending all of this year trying to be better."
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