 be curious, not judgmental
Once again, the answer to Rae's question pretty much just spilled out even when Pierre tried to resist the urge to answer. "I'm a Squib, ma'am. Ever since I was a young'un I've been jealous of those who can do magic."
He paused for a moment, his face overcome with sadness. He wanted to stop but the truth must be told. "My best friend, Shawn, I had known since I was three years old. But then... one day, he got a letter to Hogwarts. He was a wizard. And me? I got stuck going to a stupid school for Squibs. I despise that place," he muttered.
"As if being at that horrible place in general wasn't bad enough, they made me have a pet kneazle. I'm allergic to cats. Those 7 years were the worst of my entire life. Shawn would come home during the breaks and tell me all about how amazing it was to come to Hogwarts and do magic. So then I would try to do magic. I never succeeded." Pierre frowned at the memories. Oh how he wished he could have been like his best friend.
He took a deep breath and continued. "After I graduated from Squib School, I got a job walking dogs. I was so glad to get rid of that bloody kneazle. I tried the Kwik Spell Correspondence Course, but... I failed miserably," Pierre sighed. "The promises that Kwik Spell would give me the ability to do magic were false. So. I'm blaming those people for taking my money and promising me that I would be capable of doing magic after taking their course. I got ripped off!"
Pierre's breathing was now a bit heavy, especially with being tied up. He was glad the slugs had stopped coming up. But that didn't exactly make him any happier. "Naturally, I want my revenge. Where else could I get revenge from other than the most famous school of magic itself with some of the most experienced witches and wizards around? So I want the school."
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