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[Graydon Ironshield]

Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single



Fianna smiled and replied, "I did ... okay, I guess. At least the teacher said it wasn't a bad attempt. I feel so sorry for the poor rat, I hope Professor Drage is doing something to help it. I need to do better, though. Selina's been having to tutor Hannah in Transfigurations all term, on top of preparing for OWLs. She's already so busy, I don't want Da asking her to help me too."

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Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
We are legends, every day"
That's what she told me

Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds"

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

✬Ƭнιя∂ Ƴєαя Ɠяуƒƒιη∂σя Ƈнαѕєя✬

Gid looked at Rhys, wondering if the boy was upset, or if perhaps Rhys thought Gid was beyond help. When he spoke, Gid listened attentively. At the questions about wandwork and will, the brunette looked a little flustered. Honestly, it was probably that. In any other class, Gid could do magic really well. Maybe it was just transfiguration, then. "Well, it might be that. My wand skills are usually good, though. It might be the will. It's a creepy class, after all." He shrugged, then gave a small grin when Rhys laughed. Was it funny? Gid's thoughts on the subject were pretty brazen, but if it needed to be said, he'd say it. "Probably, I mean, if it was a class for loonies, they probably wouldn't teach a bunch of kids. So maybe it's just me that can't get the mental hold on it? I mean, it's just weird!" He sighed, then thunked his head onto his book. "I still haven't gotten the hang of the match and needle spell. Not all the way, anyway. How am I going to pass the class?"

Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ωнαт'ѕ ιηѕι∂є ιт
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴍᴇ, ǀ'ℓℓ ƒιgнт ιт
Ɲєνєя gσηηα gινє ιη, ηєνєя gσηηα gινє ιт υρ, ɴᴏ
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ Ɲєνєя gσηηα gινє ιη,
Ɲєνєя gσηηα gινє ιт υρ, ɴᴏ.
Ƴσυ cαη'т тαкє мє, ǀ'м ƒяєє

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Diamond Wales

{OoC}

 

[MJ Spooks]

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α f я α ι ∂ тσ ℓσѕє ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ αи∂ ¢ α υ g н т υρ ιи тнιѕ ω σ я ℓ ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ т ι м є, ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ в я є α т н, ι тнιик ι'νє т н σ υ g н т муѕєℓf тσ ∂ є α т н xxxxxxxxx
ι ωαѕ в σ я и ωιтнσυт тнιѕ f є α я, иσω σ и ℓ у тнιѕ ѕєємѕ ¢ ℓ є α я xxxxxx
ι иєє∂ тσ м σ ν є, ι иєє∂ тσ f ι g н т, ι иєє∂ тσ ℓ σ ѕ є муѕєℓf т σ и ι g н т xxx

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spaceLori had gone through the entire library, save the restricted section, to scour the shelves for anything that looked like it might be even remotely helpful regarding Zeph's issues. She'd admit, she wasn't all that well versed in dyslexia to start with, and the lack of access to muggle writings on the subject was going to make things difficult. But she was hoping she could find something. If not a spell or potion that already existed to help, perhaps a starting point to find a combination that would. Honestly, she'd been considering how possible it would be to do research and actually invent a spell, but she knew that was unrealistic. There were people who, that was all they did, as their actual job, and she imagined it was quite difficult. Given how much time it'd taken to even figure out the basics of how magic worked (something which she still only had a marginal understanding of), she didn't hold out much hope that she could ever accomplish such a task. Trying to do so before the exams in the Spring was ridiculous.

spaceShe sighed in aggravation, glancing up from the book she was currently skimming to see if Zeph was anywhere in sight. Half of her expected him to not show up; he seemed to have a lot of anxiety connected to studying, she wouldn't blame him if he bailed. But, it wouldn't help him in the least to do so. And she did want to try and break him of this 'I can't' mentality since that was probably holding him back just as much as his disability, if not more so. It was hard to actually try when you'd convinced yourself a task was impossible. When you accepted failure, you ensured it. That was what Lindsay always said. And as much as she hated the man, especially right now, she wasn't too stubborn to admit when he was right. Another quote, one that she had read in a book and didn't associate with him, was actually written in the front of every single one of her textbooks. "Success is most often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable." She used the words as a mantra, and tried to never allow herself to see the impossibility of a task. She was, perhaps, more realistic about things than some, but if there was even a slight chance of success, she would insist failure was impossible. It'd helped her so far, and she hoped she could give a bit of that mindset to Zeph so that he could do better as well.


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xxxxxx ¢σиfυѕє ωнαт ι f є є ℓ ωιтн ѕσмєтнιиg тнαт'ѕ я є α ℓ
xxxxxxxxx ι тяιє∂ тσ ѕ є ℓ ℓ му ѕ σ υ ℓ ℓαѕт и ι g н т
xxxxxxxxxxxx f υ и и у, нє ωσυℓ∂и'т єνєи т α к є α в ι т є




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[MJ Spooks]

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α f я α ι ∂ тσ ℓσѕє ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ αи∂ ¢ α υ g н т υρ ιи тнιѕ ω σ я ℓ ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ т ι м є, ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ в я є α т н, ι тнιик ι'νє т н σ υ g н т муѕєℓf тσ ∂ є α т н xxxxxxxxx
ι ωαѕ в σ я и ωιтнσυт тнιѕ f є α я, иσω σ и ℓ у тнιѕ ѕєємѕ ¢ ℓ є α я xxxxxx
ι иєє∂ тσ м σ ν є, ι иєє∂ тσ f ι g н т, ι иєє∂ тσ ℓ σ ѕ є муѕєℓf т σ и ι g н т xxx

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spaceLori frowned slightly when Zeph approached and told her why he was late. "Those staircases are a menace," she scoffed. "It's a good thing that wizarding society's legal structure is nothing like the muggle world's. The school would've been sued to hell and back ages ago." She gestured to the seat next to her, looking back at the book she'd had her head buried in, then sighed, setting it down. Nothing useful in there, at least not as far as she could tell. She'd probably regret not being more thorough later, but for now she was agitated. Besides, Zeph was here, which meant that the time for researching needed to be put on hold, in favor of fact-finding. She needed to know more about his specific issues before she could really help him, after all.

spaceShe regarded him carefully. Obviously, she had to be delicate about this. Careful with her approach. But she also needed to get all the cards on the table. She couldn't help if she was missing key information, after all. And anyway, obviously no good came of her keeping it under wraps that she knew things about her friends that they hadn't explicitly told her yet. She'd already learned that lesson, hard, with Trist and his lycanthropy. She chewed her lip a moment, then decided the best way to go about this was to ask him questions, as opposed to informing him of her observations. Better to let him have some measure of control over the conversation. Right? "Zeph, your issues with reading... have you been diagnosed with anything?" She was rather hoping he had, and that it was exactly what she suspected he had. From his previous comments, she couldn't think of anything else, but that might just be because she was uninformed. If he had been diagnosed with something, and she was unfamiliar with it, she could always write to either her stepfather or her brother for books on the subject... Probably Emerson. Leslie would ask questions, and he was friends with Zeph's cousins. She didn't want too many people knowing what was going on, since clearly Zeph was uncomfortable with people knowing.


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xxxxxx ¢σиfυѕє ωнαт ι f є є ℓ ωιтн ѕσмєтнιиg тнαт'ѕ я є α ℓ
xxxxxxxxx ι тяιє∂ тσ ѕ є ℓ ℓ му ѕ σ υ ℓ ℓαѕт и ι g н т
xxxxxxxxxxxx f υ и и у, нє ωσυℓ∂и'т єνєи т α к є α в ι т є




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Diamond Wales

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

⇒Fσυятн Yεαя Gячғғıпɔσя⇐

Gid was in the library, accepting the peace and quiet of the room. He thumbed through his law textbook, humming quietly as he wrote out notes. Law was one of his favorite classes,mostly because he knew he wanted to follow his father's footsteps and become a lawyer. He turned a page and sighed, wishing one of his friends were there to keep him company. Even in the quiet library where they couldn't talk much... it'd be nice just having someone else there.

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀʀ ᴏғғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ's ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs sᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
Wнεп I ɢσ тнε ɔıƨтαпcε, I'ʟʟ вε яıɢнт шнεяε I вεʟσпɢ

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Diamond Wales

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

⇒Fσυятн Yεαя Gячғғıпɔσя⇐

Gid was staring intently at the words on his page, not even noticing the other teen that entered. When Rhys sat beside him, the brunette looked up, a bit confused, until his gaze rested on his friend. "Oh! Hey Rhys. Uh, yea, Law's a fun subject. How've you been today? Seem stressed..." He lifted an eyebrow, but he matched Rhys' little grin. Perhaps it wasn't stress on the boy's mind, then. Usually when Rhys was upset, Gid knew and could try to help... but he was hard to read today. When the white haired teen took out a picture and leaned it against his books, Gid looked nervous. Should he ask, or play it safe? Was there a safe? Did Rhys want him to ask? He'd have to play by ear... here went nothing. "S-she's pretty. Who's that?" The brunette set his book down, brown eyes looking with curiosity between the picture and Rhys.

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀʀ ᴏғғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ's ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs sᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
Wнεп I ɢσ тнε ɔıƨтαпcε, I'ʟʟ вε яıɢнт шнεяε I вεʟσпɢ

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[MJ Spooks]

╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxUnder a Mountain of Books
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xxxxxxxxxZeph, soon
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFocused
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α f я α ι ∂ тσ ℓσѕє ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ αи∂ ¢ α υ g н т υρ ιи тнιѕ ω σ я ℓ ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ т ι м є, ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ в я є α т н, ι тнιик ι'νє т н σ υ g н т муѕєℓf тσ ∂ є α т н xxxxxxxxx
ι ωαѕ в σ я и ωιтнσυт тнιѕ f є α я, иσω σ и ℓ у тнιѕ ѕєємѕ ¢ ℓ є α я xxxxxx
ι иєє∂ тσ м σ ν є, ι иєє∂ тσ f ι g н т, ι иєє∂ тσ ℓ σ ѕ є муѕєℓf т σ и ι g н т xxx

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spaceLori had to fight rather hard not to scoff at his answer; 'not something in the magical,' as if people in the magical world were somehow utterly immune from the illnesses of muggles. Ridiculous. The arrogance of wizards never failed to astound her. She kept her face as neutral as possible, but some of her agitation was still evident. "Not a disease," she replied, wishing her voice didn't sound so shrew-like. "Diseases come from outside sources, bacteria and viruses. Things like this, they're usually genetic, or the result of something that happened while you were in utero, or your developmental years in childhood." She frowned at him, fighting off her default response, which was irritation and anger. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't necessarily arrogant. More like misinformed, because of the arrogance of the culture he'd grown up in. She didn't need to take out her aggravation with wizarding society as a whole on him. Besides, she was supposed to be helping him, she couldn't do that if he got pissed because she was attacking him over something that wasn't his fault.

space"From what I've observed," she continued, sounding calmer now, "wizarding medicine isn't great at dealing with issues that don't stem from either common muggle ails, like a cold, or anything that's related to the brain. I haven't noticed much in the way of research regarding things like depression or bipolar, or any other mental illnesses. I was hoping that perhaps your situation would defy the norm. If someone had paid attention to your issues, and cared to look into them at all, they might have seen that you show signs of a learning disability." She paused, not really sure how to continue. She didn't want to say something that might offend him, or cause him to think she was insulting him or saying something was wrong with him. It wasn't as though she wasn't accustomed to being judged for being 'broken' because her brain didn't function the way most people's did; her logical nature was partially a learned trait from her father, but she'd had the inclination to think that way from as far back as it could've been noticed. She had difficulty understanding people, difficulty reading emotions, and difficulty with any situation that couldn't be subjected to a strict scientific test. She'd had a lot of problems in her life because of all that, she didn't want to do to Zeph what'd been done to her.

spaceShe ran a hand through her hair, trying to focus her thoughts and frame this in a way that wouldn't offend him. But given that she had no idea how people's brains even worked most of the time, she had no idea what that meant. "If I had to guess, I'd say you have dyslexia, which is a disability that causes difficulty with a lot of things. The most well-known symptom is difficulty reading. I admit that my knowledge on the subject is limited enough that you could have something else, and I just defaulted to that because it's the most well-known disability associated with it. But, it would be easy enough for me to do research if I had more information regarding the specifics. If you can give them, of course." She frowned; she wasn't doing so well at asking questions, was she? But she didn't even really know what to ask, because she didn't know what answers he could give. He'd always had trouble, so he wouldn't really know what was unusual and what was normal. "Can you explain what it's like when you read? Why it's difficult?" Step one was going to be diagnosing him. Which was awful, since she wasn't a doctor by any means and therefore not qualified to do so. But she was the best he was going to get, apparently, so hopefully her big brain would do well enough. God knows it was useless for most every other problem she seemed to run into.


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xxxxxx ¢σиfυѕє ωнαт ι f є є ℓ ωιтн ѕσмєтнιиg тнαт'ѕ я є α ℓ
xxxxxxxxx ι тяιє∂ тσ ѕ є ℓ ℓ му ѕ σ υ ℓ ℓαѕт и ι g н т
xxxxxxxxxxxx f υ и и у, нє ωσυℓ∂и'т єνєи т α к є α в ι т є




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Diamond Wales

 

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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxUnder a Mountain of Books
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xxxxxxxxxZeph, soon
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFocused
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α f я α ι ∂ тσ ℓσѕє ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ αи∂ ¢ α υ g н т υρ ιи тнιѕ ω σ я ℓ ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ т ι м є, ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ в я є α т н, ι тнιик ι'νє т н σ υ g н т муѕєℓf тσ ∂ є α т н xxxxxxxxx
ι ωαѕ в σ я и ωιтнσυт тнιѕ f є α я, иσω σ и ℓ у тнιѕ ѕєємѕ ¢ ℓ є α я xxxxxx
ι иєє∂ тσ м σ ν є, ι иєє∂ тσ f ι g н т, ι иєє∂ тσ ℓ σ ѕ є муѕєℓf т σ и ι g н т xxx

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spaceLori realized she might've hit a nerve with her comment, and that he hadn't quite understood what she'd meant. It wasn't as though she'd thought literally no one paid any attention whatsoever, after all. And she certainly hadn't meant to insult his mother. "I didn't mean that no one had tried to help you at all," she said softly, thinking that maybe her helping him with this was a bad idea. She had no way of knowing if something she was going to say would offend him, after all. "I just meant that, it it had been looked at beyond 'he has trouble reading'..." She stopped suddenly, then sighed, shaking her head. "Never mind, it doesn't really matter." There wasn't really anyway to phrase this without implying that his mother had neglected him somehow. She didn't think it was a matter of neglect, not really, but she couldn't think of a way to phrase it that didn't come off that way. Or, rather, the only way she could seemed to insult his mother's intelligence, which she certainly didn't want to do, since obviously she'd already offended him once.

spaceShe allowed his description of his specific problems to distract her from overthinking that particular issue, and found herself thanking the universe that he actually was able to put it into words, and such specific ones. She'd worried that, because he'd likely always suffered from this issue (more than likely, from what he'd told her it was a definite), he wouldn't have a way to frame it, not having ever known any differently. "That actually sounds exactly like what I've read about dyslexia," she said, voice slightly relieved. Maybe it seemed odd, but this meant that she wasn't quite starting at square one. She had some knowledge, limited though it might be, and books in her trunk that she hadn't quite gotten to yet with more information. She also hadn't wanted to bias herself, in case his symptoms didn't match up quite right. Fitting a square peg into a round hole in regards to naming his problem wouldn't help him, after all.

spaceWhen he handed her the note, she looked it over, and her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. Did he really think she'd laugh at him? She must not've made a particularly good impression on the boy if he did, which was a bit depressing. She hadn't thought she'd ever come off as being that sort of person, after all. "I don't think your writing is quite as bad as you think it is," she said, gently as she possibly could. "Or, rather, I had no trouble reading it. I'm more concerned with the fact that you have difficulty reading them yourself than anything else... perhaps you could invest in a self-writing quill for lessons? That wouldn't help so much with the reading them later, I suppose, but it would remove the margin of error for your spelling, and you wouldn't struggle with speed. Everything would be recorded and correct, so it would still take a while to review the notes, but you'd at least have them." Her expression turned thoughtful, and she glanced at him. She had read something about certain fonts being designed specifically to be easier for people with problems like those he'd described to read... Not that it would be much helpful here, since there were no computers. Unless there was a spell that could alter typography for the reader, which she highly doubted.

spaceShe chewed her lip and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. Her brow wrinkled, and she drifted deep into thought for a moment, processing the information and filing it away for later. Then she looked back to him, head tilting to the side. "Do you have trouble retaining information that you've heard? Lectures in class, details from conversations? If you got a self-writing quill to take your notes, you could focus your attention on what's actually being said rather than trying to write it down. Your focus wouldn't be divided and you might find it easier to remember most of it without needing the notes at all..." She trailed off, thinking she probably should've waited for him to answer. After all, if his memory wasn't great, the entire point was moot. But, she'd already gone on her little tangent, so she might as well finish it, she supposed. "It would also provide a better structure for studying, so long as you had a partner. Less reading, more discussing? I-" She cut off suddenly; after all this, she'd bet he didn't want to study with her, actually. She was being nosy and offensive, and it wasn't like he didn't have plenty of friends. "Or, uh. Someone, could read aloud to you rather than your having to struggle with reading it, and you could talk through the material. Question/answer sessions or something of that nature."


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xxxxxx ¢σиfυѕє ωнαт ι f є є ℓ ωιтн ѕσмєтнιиg тнαт'ѕ я є α ℓ
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

⇒Fσυятн Yεαя Gячғғıпɔσя⇐

Gid watched as Rhys both said he was and wasn't stressed. It was understandable that he would be, given his massive workload. Maybe after OWLs Rhys would drop a few classes. When he mentioned researching law, the brunette perked up quite a bit. More than the class level of law study?! Ooooh! "I could help. I will help. Not only for the law stuff, but because I can add it to my resume, I'm sure. I mean, I need a good background if I'm gonna be a lawyer." He grinned brightly, stars in his eyes. He was so excited to follow in his father's footsteps that it showed whenever he spoke of law. After he managed to coax himself onto the topic of the picture, Rhys looked sadly at it. That sad look brought down Gid's mood several notches, making him regret asking. When he confessed that it was his birth mother, Gid looked shocked. He did look a lot like her, though. "I-I'm really sorry, Rhys. Both for your loss and for bringing up the topic. I should've kept mum... er... quiet... not mum... but also it works so... uhm..." The boy looked flustered, blushing brightly. He'd probably gone and upset his best friend, oh, this wouldn't be good! What if Rhys went to hide?!

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀʀ ᴏғғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ's ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs sᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
Wнεп I ɢσ тнε ɔıƨтαпcε, I'ʟʟ вε яıɢнт шнεяε I вεʟσпɢ

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