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Heath inwardly groaned at the sound of an all too familiar reprimanding voice. For the record, he did not like the way the headmaster was treating his classmates, especially the two Gryffindor girls he insulted (Cece & Phoebe) and the one he upended onto the floor (Emm), though he wasn’t about to let him know that. He may be a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them! Heath’s face remained impassive as he continued levitating books back into their place. He braced for the barrage of harsh words sure to come his way, but none came. Instead, he looked up just long enough to see the nod the headmaster gave him. Well, this was weird! Who would’ve guessed he’d be one of the few not being berated in front of everyone?!
But there was no time to think about it now! As soon as the last book was back in its place, Heath beelined for the back of the room and took a seat next to Claudine. He had just enough time to take out his quill and parchment before the door banged shut, and he looked to the front of the room. Blink, blink. Wait, why was Headmaster Trent asking the first question? Was Professor Fuller-Thompson too injured to teach his own class? Heath was worried for the charms professor, but he was careful not to let any emotion show on his face as he considered the question.
The first scenario Heath thought of was saving oneself from drowning, as Harry Potter had done in the Triwizard Tournament over a hundred years ago, but that was already said. It didn’t need repeating, and besides, what were the odds that one would happen to have their wand handy while drowning? Every other answer he came up with also presented a drawback. Honestly, it was rather exhausting trying to anticipate all the ways the headmaster could shoot down his answers! Part of him wanted to just keep quiet, but he knew that if this was anything like DADA, he’d get assigned an essay for doing so. Forget it, he thought. He’s going to find fault, no matter what I say…
As Heath thought, his mind kept going back to the drowning scenario, and that gave him an idea! His hand went up, and he said, “If you were sinking into quicksand or some other dangerous substance, you could use Ascendio to get yourself out.”
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |