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Every time Ancient Runes rolled around Sylvie wondered why exactly she was taking the subject. During her third year she'd taken it because the runes looked like letters from games she'd used to play at home, but now she knew that it was complicated, she always got bad marks, and the Headmistress taught it which made it easier to be late to submit homework and get away with it.
... And yet. She kind of enjoyed it. It was different than just waving her wand and hoping for the best, and Sylvie found herself legitimately enjoying herself in lessons sometimes.
That being said, she never did any extra reading and therefore had absolutely no idea what binding runes were other than what people had already said, sorry Headmistress Hawthorne. So instead of saying something stupid, Sylvie chose to say nothing at all, glancing around to the class to wave at Maxton instead. Good guy, Maxton.
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