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They had to... Jaemin blinked slowly at the professor's instructions, not moving from his seat just yet. This was one of those things where he wasn't quite sure what to do. Because they had to put something in the clay, and while Jay was totally with that, he didn't want to use spit since she had said it was weak. Why even do the activity if it wasn't gonna be as good as everyone else's then?!
But he also wasn't sure if he could cut his own hair off, because he was very small and fluffy and it might end up looking weird, and then what was he supposed to do? And he wasn't sure if he could muster tears that would be considered 'heartfelt'. What did that even mean? That it was something he felt really really sad about?
The small Slytherin frowned a little in thought as he left his seat to retrieve the clay. He'd... he'd try to do the tears thing, if he could, and if that failed, he'd try to do the hair thing. If he couldn't make himself do that, it would have to be spit. Which he didn't wanna do, but if he must, he must!!! |