 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar could honestly not care less about the point loss. Everyone was losing points for not following rules all term, so it really was inconsequential at this point. And now they were going to lose points for actually following rules, because the Headmaster had told everyone that they had to stand at the beginning of the lesson, not at the discretion of the professor in question. The contradiction between Fletcher and Scrimgeour wanting or not wanting greetings was all too fresh in his mind. Why was this different?
But he wasn't about to argue that point. What good would it do? It would likely earn him more points taken or detention because adults typically thought they were right. And he had seen that same type of argument between student and teacher before when rules were contradicted for the sake of the professor. It just wasn't worth it.
Refraining from rolling his eyes as he really wanted to do - he wouldn't purposely be disrespectful - he slipped into his seat and bent over his parchment. Yes, he knew what hieroglyphics were, or at least some basics of them, but honestly he didn't feel like contributing right now. He'd just take some notes for the time being.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |