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Essays.

I'm sure you all just fucking love essays, don't you? Well it's been too long since I assigned one and considering my last assignment mysteriously went missing, that's what you're gonna get. So pick a language of your choice, I don't even care which one. It could be pig Latin for all I care at this point.

Got your language picked out?

Write me ten inches on why people suck.

The first person to complain about this assignment gets 100 points taken away, so just shut up and do it.

Whoever has the most compelling argument on why people suck gets 150 points and the essay blown up and stuck in the entrance hall for everyone to see every day.

Comments

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[Murdoc's tone is cold because he's afraid to give himself away. He's afraid of sounding too loving and thus, horribly pathetic toward Dirk. He'd tried speaking to him like that when the fight happened and it honestly hadn't gone well for him. Of course, the thought never occured to him to apologise, but it felt like Dirk didn't want to hear it.

He doesn't know why he has to, he doesn't understand why he can't just explain how he feels and be entitled to his opinion. Dirk is entitled to feel as if Pureblood's aren't entitled to their heightened status, that much is clear. Murdoc had just assumed that he knew how proud he was of his bloodline.

He wants to apologise, but he wants to know why he's doing it first. After that, he wants to be able to use the right words. If he tried it now, he's almost certain he'd manage to make more of a mess.

He resists the urge to roll his eyes and holds his hand out in front of him, fixing his eyes on Dirk's behind his shades.]

I never said I didn't respect you. I have nothing but respect for what you are.

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For what I am. As if I'm an animal. Something beneath you.

[He spits the words out angrily, because once again Murdoc just doesn't get it and he just really fucking desperately wants him to. The anger hits him in a wave and he just glares at the hand that Murdoc is holding out. He doesn't want to shake it. He doesn't want to look at it, even though he is. He doesn't want to be here. He just hates every fucking thing and he wants to go and fucking cry and punch things and then stop existing. Are those thoughts immature? Yes. But god, he cannot handle this.

But he can't go now. He's stupidly brought himself out here to prove something, and he's going to prove it no matter how he feels, because his pride will not allow him to back down from a challenge. He also really fucking hopes that if he can somehow win this, then Murdoc might... see differently, somehow. It's a stupid hope, and he should just go. But he fucking can't.

He's not going to shake the hand, though. The anger is still bubbling up instead, because it's either cry or be angry right now and he's not going to cry in front of Murdoc. And he's not giving Murdoc the respect that he wants, not when he's been disrespected so damn much.

So all of a sudden, he's flicking his wand at Murdoc instead.]

Stupefy!