sortinghat_rp | 001

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The end of the term is nigh.

[Alec draws out the pause for a moment, before he continues.]

And whatever other overdramatic bullshit phrase people like to use in lieu of admitting that you're scared that you'll fail.

Perhaps if you spent more time studying and less time talking about it, you wouldn't be so far behind that it requires cramming.

[His voice is an arrogant drawl; he's poking at people because it amuses him to do so, nothing more, nothing less.]

Just a friendly bit of advice. Maybe you can use it when you have to repeat this year again.

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You sound just like my Ma.

How regrettable. I'm certain I want nothing to do with her.

Pretty sure the feeling is mutual, only I guarantee she could take you in a fight if she wanted to.

A grown witch, picking on a boy?

Or did you mean in a battle of wits?

A grown muggle, actually. And nah, I meant like fists.

Or, y'know. A frying pan, belt, a big book. She's a one woman army, I tell ya.

A muggle. How terrifying.

[If Alec's voice were any more sarcastic, it would find a way to combust the journal.]

Clearly you've never been to a department store on Christmas Eve. You don't know real fear until you see that hot mess.

Like I've already made clear, I plan a little better than that.

Plans fall through, just saying.

Maybe yours.

Oh boy! Everybody bow down, we got ourselves a flawless human being over here.

Is that so rare an occurrence?

Nah. I mean there's two of us talking right now.

I'm here through graduation.

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