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The fury that had swept over them in the later stages of that morning's lesson had lasted, oh, a couple of minutes at least. Once the class was dismissed, Nem was barely around the corner at the end of the corridor before it had all but dissipated entirely. If they hadn't already planned to see Trent, that little taste might have drawn them here all the same, not that Nem would have admitted it or perhaps even been fully cognisant of the fact.
The rest of the day had been dull and empty by comparison. Duller and emptier than usual, but that, at least, Nem had expected. The last time they had felt something like that, ten minutes of silent rage had cost them several weeks of desolation. The thrill of the battle in May had ended in a wasteland of intensified apathy that Nem was still finding their way out of. They had not failed to note, either, that every time they ended up there and extricated themselves from it, a little more would stubbornly linger, no matter what. Still workshopping solutions.
Once classes had ended for the day, Nem headed to the Headmaster's office; they knew the way very well, had visited plenty in the days when Rosier was slightly less dead. Stopping in front of the gargoyles, they looked between them. "If the Headsman's in there, tell him Upstead is here to see him." Nem was not the only Upstead in the school, but thought they were probably the most likely to come for a visit, especially today. If not, let him guess.
Expecting a wait before being let up, Nem back against the wall opposite the gargoyles, reached into their pocket, and brought out a handful of enchanted metal matchsticks, ready to while away the next few minutes working on that particular project. As they held their hand flat, the matchsticks each stood on one end, and began lazily rearranging themselves.
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