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The meditation stuff was so weird, not fun weird, or.. strange weird, just... Weird. His mom meditated and she often asked him to join but just like now, he could never get into it or feel anything but.. well, a little like he was wasting his time. The energy thing, though, he felt that, vibes, juju, that stuff he knew all about, but there had to be a faster way to brush them off.

Maybe Apollo knew something about it, Damien decided he'd write the doctor, professor guy about it after this lesson, you know, if it ever ended.

Damien took a seat, fussing his hair and listening as Myers questioned the class, his peers had all jumped in answering with the enthusiasm he currently lacked, but that was alright, he hadn't intended in jumping in. fishing around in his robe pocket, the Gryffindor pulled out a toothpick and casually chewed the end of it.

Carry on, Prof.