 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
The only Professor at this school worth ANYTHING after last term was Schmoe, in Kale Trent's humble estimation. All the others had abandoned the students to Rosier and his goons, and no, Kale did not forgive them. He didn't care that the Professors peddled some lame excuse that they were biding their time and it wasn't safe and blahblahblah. While they waited for an opening to defy Rosier, kids suffered.
And Kale didn't forgive them for any of it.
But Schmoe, sweet baby Schmoe, had tried. He'd fought back. He'd been schmoe much better than his colleagues and Kale was a B I G fan. So he was hyped when he saw the notices for Muggle Studies. No way he was going to forget to show up.
With a bit of a bounce, perhaps performative in nature as the castle was still super triggering, Kale smiled at Schmoe as he joined the Muggle Studies class on the grounds. "Evening, Professor."
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