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Post by blaise leo zabini on Jan 6, 2019 20:49:12 GMT -7
The kid didn’t get it. This was hilarious to Blaise, who began rocking back in forth in his chair, which was precariously anchored by the leg propped on his desk, in delight. He had half the mind to lecture the boy right then and there, drilling it into his head that his current attitude was not the sort of mentality one could have while trying to attempt Occlumency. He thought he had made that fairly clear, but he was obviously mistaken by the way Forrester responded. Giving up made his life that much easier in the coming months now that he didn’t have to deal with the boy. Blaise knew he could expect sneers and glares from the back of the room during class time though. But which student didn’t do that to him already? Telling him that he would teach him if he got his act straightened out probably wouldn’t work either, only fueling the fire inside him. This one would have to figure it out on his own before coming back that much was clear.
Blaise kept his mouth shut as Forrester started to leave, flinging another sarcastic comment the professor’s way. He really didn’t understand that he was the problem here, not the way Blaise was trying to teach it, nor the fact that he was a muggleborn. All he had to do was work at it. “Guess so,” Blaise responded as the boy flipped him off over his shoulder while exiting the classroom. Real classy. At a different point in time, Blaise had been the same way, albeit briefly. Getting over himself was the first step, but he hadn’t had the time to tell Forrester that. Shaking his head at the outcome of the conversation, he turned his attention back to the pile of work on his desk that had to be graded before the next class, which had been severely delayed by the Slytherin boy’s interruption.[The End]