A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
As soon as he heard the compliment, Daniel turned to look at the teacher. "Thank you, Professor," he said politely, his voice croaking slightly from not using it much today. He refrained from rolling his eyes as he returned his gaze to his cucumber. He was looking for house points, not a compliment.
Daniel flipped through the pages of his textbook while waiting for the other students to carve their names into the cucumber.
When the time came, the sixth-year closed the textbook and turned to the front. He had anticipated an activity, but instead they were asked another question. One that required him to speak, and he wondered if the professor had done so on purpose in order for him to participate.
For a brief moment, the Hufflepuff contemplated. A killing curse would be an option if it became a live or death situations. But that one was illegal to use, and he didn't want to end up in Azkaban because of a creature. Besides, he instinctively knew that he would never be able to do it, and the most essential part of the unforgivable curses was intent. He frowned. How did his mind get to this point? Throwing a conjured cucumber, as Bella suggested, was also a good idea. Perhaps even better than what his mind had come up with.
Instead, he made a different choice. He raised his hand and leaned back in his seat. "Disapparate" he said simply. If the professor expected a lengthy explanation from him this time, he was mistaken. It was also very bold of the professor to assume he'd 'forget' how to trick it into bowing. It was that part of the question that irritated him the most. And had he apparated yet? No, not for a few months. But he doubted he'd be outside the castle, in the wild, facing a Kappa without the need to defend himself between now and then.
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