Japanese custom dictates that when his seniors are talking, he, as the youngest among the group must remain silent until someone urges for him to speak up. The Ravenclaw silently watched with his eyes as Professor Marchand repaired his clay moulding with a spell, and gave the man a slight bow of his head in thanks. Jace reached out for it, and examined it in his hands. Why…for the love of Merlin can’t he be as dignified as the miniature samurai?

Thoughts were broken as soon as the Charms professor answered his Head of House’s question. Alright, he knew it was Peeves and Miffy because the Healer said so earlier, although she did miss out on the actual thing they did. They…made the floor slippery so students will get…injuries? Is that what he’s saying??? Jace’s stomach made an awful turn, knowing full well that when news reaches his parents, they will be asking for that detail…and the exact reason why he was in a hospital bed being treated. The Ravenclaw let his bangs cover his eyes, his cheeks flushed anew. There’s a lot going on now with his parents, given that they are busy people, and the least he wanted right now was to worry them.

Jace’s shoulder slumped a bit as he listened to the adults talking. Extra rest? He was expecting that. A couple of hours meant he would be missing two lectures at least, and he did not like the idea at all. Hopefully Azura would take notes for him? Okay, maybe not, but she’d let him copy her notes, right? Subconsciously, Jace reached out for his mended arm when Healer Joy addressed him once more. “I understand, sensei.” He said in a murmur, nodding along. “Healer Joy? Is it…is it okay for me to practice Kendo after today? I…I have a grading coming up in a few months…and…and I need to keep my practice schedule…” It would also be great to release pent-up frustration, definitely. There’s nothing like hitting dummies as precisely as possible.

The moment Professor Hirsch started talking again, Jace’s shoulders concaved as he addressed the samurai in his hands. He wondered if that was addressed for him too? The Ravenclaw could not help but wince at his words as he convinced himself that there was no way Professor Hirsch would see him as noble and dignified as the samurai in his hands. “Failed. Again.” He purposefully murmured in Japanese.

And…what?! He will be coming in and out to check on him? Jace could already feel the heat radiating from his face. Why was Professor Hirsch so concerned? The 13 year old cannot figure that one out, given that he’d never been given such attention from his teachers back in Japan. How was he supposed to react to that? When training was mentioned, Jace suddenly looked at his Head of House, quite alarmed. No…no he can’t pass training anytime soon. He must get back on track, immediately.

When he realized that he’s been staring at Professor Hirsch, Jace shifted in his kneeling position and bowed down his head. When the man started talking, the Ravenclaw subconsciously balled both of his hands, which were resting on his lap. Jace just blinked, and questions came crashing. “W-why, sensei? Is it…necessary? You…definitely have more important things to do.” He’s a professor after all, and he could not imagine the work that goes behind his office in preparation for his next lesson.