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For the record, he had said they ‘may’ sit. Not that they had to.
Calvin Fletcher was a real dung-machine. Zoryn had some choice words for him, but the Gryffindor bit back her tongue. She was defiant, but she wasn’t stupid (most of the time). Instead the Gryffindor remained standing, almost daring him to take away more points, give her a detention, phone her parents. Whatever it was Zoryn wasn’t scared.
Only, her eyes caught Faith’s and in that moment the Gryffindor knew to give it up. For the record, she wasn’t sitting in order to follow rules or avoid punishment. She was sitting because everything Faith translated in a single look told her that she needed to sit. Needed to sit so that Faith could breathe.
And next thing she knew, Derf was handing over his badge and Zoryn felt her rage escalate THAT much more. The Gryffindor watched angrily as the Hufflepuff watched over (with some sort of determination in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place). If she had been in Derf’s place, Calvin Fletcher wouldn’t have seen the end of it. Thankfully Derf was a much more level-headed. A trait that Zoryn desperately needed.
By this point the box of salt had floated its way around the circle until it was in front of her. She took a packet in her fist and instead of looking at her Professor when he spoke, her eyes immediately went back to Faith. The girl could see her friend’s hand quivering. It was the worst feeling in the whole world. There was nothing she wanted more than to be sitting with Faith and holding her hand, assuring her that Derf was fine and that class would be over soon.
It was real funny that their Professor was asking them to meditate after all that. You know what Zoryn would meditate on? How much she wanted to go shrunken head bowling using his bald head.
The Gryffindor managed to somewhat find a calm, though her eyes remained open until Faith’s went closed.
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