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Blaise had been at Hogwarts for four years now. He'd learned a lot in that time and though he wasn't entirely suspicious...or bothered....and didn't care very much about the YATI standing up front, the CLAY did get him. Professors never ever gave you stuff just to keep your hands occupied in the class to prevent you from falling asleep. It was never just about some creative outlet for expression while you learned a topic completely unrelated--unless you counted Professor Primeaux. Oh no, this clay meant something and until he knew what....he....was just....gonna leave that there on the desk.
SOMETHING was up with the clay, why else would Hirsch give a second prompt to fiddle with it? Wasn't once enough? It was on the board afterall. This reminded him of when Professor Myers insisted they all drink the tea. Know what happened then? He SHRUNK, so forgive him if he didn't trust the fact the Professor wouldn't forget the clay.
His hand rose, perfectly clay free might we add. "Dark Arts are basically stuff that were created and practised with the intention of causing harm or discomfort--by that logic, you could argue that all magic is dark magic for me," considering he didn't LIKE casting or being forced into it and it caused him GREAT discomfort, "but I don't reckon that last bit's a viable answer so we can stick with the first bit. Just know I'm thinking about the second bit as well."
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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