 *cough* *400 years later* PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
This kid thought a lot.
... He didn't like it.
Putting the enchanted parchment just above his book, Benzi settled down with the stolen mock exam and began reading through the questions. At first he was excited as most of the first, simpler questions he knew intuitively and from what he'd already studied. The complex questions though... Sigh. He was far from declaring himself all done with Potions revision. Great.
He was in the middle of trying to figure out why the mix of two specific ingredients were used in a particular potion when he noticed movement and looked up to see Daxton writing with his muggle pen. Glancing at his own parchment, Benzi watched as the words formed in his handwriting. Pen ink looked very strange on parchment, he observed, and he wondered why Daxton didn't just get himself a self inking quill. True they were a bit more expensive but they were worth every sickle. Perhaps he didn't know they existed? Shame.
His answer made Benzi internally groan. MERLIN'S BEARD, this kid. He was like a brick wall. Good thing Benzi was feeling patient today. "It's dangerous and deals with dark magic," he wrote back, then paused as suddenly the correct answer in Potions came to him. Benzi moved to jot it down quickly because Daxton or no Daxton he needed to pass his NEWTs, then with a final dotted 'i', returned to his written conversation. This was almost like muggle messaging. "I can help." There. Look. Vague. Just like Daxton.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |