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One of the many things that Noah hated the most was to be told what to do when it was possible for him not to do it. Mandatory anything was exactly just that, and because the announcement came from the Headmaster, he pretty much had no choice or say regarding the activity. He'd promised their dad he'd follow the lead of the school, and that he'd be a good boy. UGH. Why, though. He didn't need the therapy-- plenty of that happened back home, that's for sure, and he sure did not need to listen to anyone's woes. It was far too early into the new term to be doing a group session, in his opinion.
Sighing and huffing along the way, Noah had dragged himself from their dormitory and out to the great lake with zero interest. For once, he'd rather be in the Library and do a head start with revisions for his upcoming OWLs. He'd got himself a seat somewhere in the middle ring of the concentric circle, completely ignoring the spread of breads nearby. It did evoke the environment of a bakery, but it wasn't enough to drown his displeasure at being asked to attend the therapy session.
With his hands in his pockets, Noah slid down from his seat, crossing his ankles and had his head thrown back. Might as well get as much sun and short nap before all the hysteria commenced.
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