 be curious, not judgmental
Becca strolled into the Arithmancy classroom, gave a polite hello to Shackleton, then glanced around at those present. Hm. She had a choice between Copernicus or Plymouth. As usual. But hey, she hadn't seen the silly one much recently, so she hopped into the seat next to Plymouth. "I hate Arithmancy," she whispered to him almost silently, annoyed. "I have no idea why I took this class."
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