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Max grit his teeth and tried his hardest not to glare at the Headmaster. He reminded Max of the bad guys he often read about in his comics. If only he had the power of ferrokinesis because right now he had a number of brilliantly twisted ideas that involved Scrimgeour and that metal arm of his.
He wasn’t entirely bothered by the point loss. Sure it sucked but it wasn’t exactly the end of the world and he was kind of used to it by now. Push ups though? The others made them look like a piece of cake…… especially Bel. He knew there was no way his matchstick arms were about to manage twenty push ups though. Nor was he about to let the Headmaster see him struggle. Or anyone else for that matter. Absolutely no way. Not a chance.
Which meant he was stuck with the alternative.
“I’ll take the extra lap… Sir.” Even if it meant he had to walk it and skip breakfast.
As for dark magical creatures that lived in the forest?
The few he knew off the top of his head had already been mentioned and he wasn’t really in the mood to contribute so he stayed quiet.
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