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Yes, little James was on her way. Not that she had much of a choice. She liked Professor Flamsteed plenty, but participating in class was hard. It was hard when your professor singled you out for being something you weren't trying to be. It was harder still when you knew they were always watching. When they knocked out your sister's teeth. When they turned the subject into something foul. When they killed someone right in front of you. When a friend was vanished.
But Kinsay could tell it was hard for Professor Flamsteed too.
So, yes, little James was here, depending on your definition. She was present. She was sat on one of the stools. She was trying. Not because she wanted to or because she had the energy, but because if she didn't try she might be vanished too. That's the last thing she wanted, to be taken away from her family.
So as Professor Flamsteed gestured over to the colorful array of plants, Kinsay looked with eyes glazed over. Nothing was registering. Lifelessly, she raised her hand in hopes that she would think of something to say by the time it reached her turn to speak. Luckily she had caught some of Heath's answer. "The clusters are nice. It's like they're a family." She lowered her hand slowly. That's all she had. No real answers. No off topic questions.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon! |