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"Not again," he whined slouching in his seat and glancing around the room. He hated forced group work and preferred that two individuals start working together mutually, rather than someone telling them to cooperate randomly. Wallowing completely in his chair, Cordova stayed seated and waited for everyone else to be paired off hoping that two possible things happen:
a) There would be no one left and he would be forced to work by himself or with the Professor.
He shuddered at the thought of having to get to close with Professor Svensson.
b) He would get stuck with a useless partner who couldn't even conjure a simple spell.
Wait and see, he told himself still staying slopped in his seat. |