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Old 05-10-2016, 03:04 AM   #65 (permalink)
Ameh
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It was very hard to figure out just where he wanted to sit in Potions class anymore. For the most part with classes, Jaemin made a point of putting himself nearest to the front, if not at the very front of the class. Being 4'4" did not lend itself to ease with seeing over the heads of other students, and he rather liked being able to see stuff on the board and table. However... with potions...

Well. He was still a bit iffy about Professor Newton. Even with the revelation that The Incident had not been the man's fault, Jaemin still found it difficult to fully trust him now. If he were being objective... it could have happened to anyone, it was an accident and a mean prank by an awful girl poltergeist (WHO HAD BEEN IN HIS DORM, his brain reminded him, which it was wont to do every time he thought about her), the Professor had immediately fixed things when he realised that the antidotes were duds... but... there were lingering effects on his ability to trust, despite all of that, just because of how awful the whole thing had been.

He wasn't sure if the professor's current condition made the trust issue worse or not. So Jaemin had opted to sit a little further back in the sea of students, sacrificing his ability to see the board without moving for what felt like relative safety. He had plopped himself into a seat and was listening carefully to what was being said (because it was much easier to hear than to see) as he absently played with the hem of his little white coat.

If they were making what the professor seemed to have taken that morning, Jaemin sincerely hoped that it was designed to add years and not just push you straight into senior citizenhood. He wouldn't mind being older and taller short-term... he would, however, rather not be old enough that he would be possibly banging on death's door with every heartbeat. The small boy bit his lip and kept himself carefully lined up behind the taller student in front of him so his lack of answer would hopefully go unnoticed. He was good at making potions, but... not so good at guessing what they were based on the ingredients beforehand. Not just yet. He was still learning lots of things.
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