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Well. The small Slytherin was going to do his best to make sure his apple survived the class then. Because if it didn't, he was going to have to stop in the kitchens and look for one to eat before falling asleep.
Jaemin returned the professor's grin with one of his own, because he was clearly not worried about anything this professor would do. He'd taught him spells and stuff. They obviously understood each other and stuff. Plus, Jaemin had already been shrunk this term, which meant Airey wasn't going to do that. Lightning never struck twice, and all that.
The small boy picked up the apple on his desk just then, giving it a gentle squeeze to check how hard or soft it was. It felt good. A good apple. He held it up to his nose and sniffed it. Definitely apple-scented.
"They come in a whole ton of different colours and flavours, cause they're from different kinds of apple trees... they have flowers, too," he murmured, idly playing with the stem on his granny smith. "The green ones are more tangy."
Which made them better. The best. The other ones were too sweet. Jaemin looked at the other students along the horseshoe, squinting a little at their different apples. He didn't much care for the red or yellow ones at all, really. They just didn't taste as nice to him. Whenever his mom bought those ones, he didn't eat them, even if she pestered him to do so.
"Isn't there an old saying, too... about apples keeping doctors away?"
Something something dark side healthy something. |