 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Alessandro Toussaint was a diligent student. He attended to his lessons with great mindfulness. He dotted every i and crossed every t, not because he was like his Ravenclaw counterparts that felt compelled to slave away to prove illusive point that was secret to them alone, but because, simply, it was his responsibility to do his school work. And Alessandro Toussaint was nothing if not dutiful.
Duty did not leave room for opinion. Yet, he had many. And this homework assignment birthed more than most busywork assigned by professors. It was broad, he noted, first, the description of "dark wizard". It was as if some doe-eyed Gryffindor had scribbled down in their excitement THIS IS WHAT MAKES PEOPLE GOOD AND THIS IS WHAT MAKES PEOPLE DARK AND WE DON'T LIKE GREY AREAS. It felt like a narrow assessment of something so infinitely complex.
So, yes, he had opinions. And he had even more of them when the professor opened with a question as equally broad as the assigned reading. His peers did not disappoint, either. They were all rambling off witches and wizards names with words like "foul" and "evil" to support their point.
But Alessandro mercifully kept his opinions to himself. He listened. He observed. He was sorely disappointed.
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