 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale hadn’t slept all night. Or, well, not since he had come to after CECELIA SUMMERS STUPEFIED HIM. (Talk about a shocker. You think you know people...) But that bit of rest had been the only reprieve in the whole horrific night. Magic-induced knockouts didn’t mean he was well rested.
The fifth year was scared and angry and near sick with worry. And when he saw what lesson he had first, all of that welled up in him again. What was he supposed to do?? Go to the class of that man that might have—nopE. He wasn’t going to entertain that thought. Nuh uh. Nope.
UGH! He couldn’t stand to be in the same room as any of these bullies. Yet, this guy was the worst. He had spent the better part of a year parading as his Dad, lying, making him believe the worst about his own father.
OH HO HO. IF HE WAS GOOD AT MAGIC. OH MAN. IT WOULD’VE BEEN OVER FOR THESE FOOLS.
And he was so sustained on his anger, so ready to fight, that when he walked into the classroom he thought he might throw his shoe at the head of the Headmaster. Which is precisely what he did.
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