He’s never been an outstanding student, always lazing in the back
of the classroom while the professor tries their best to hold the
attention of almost fifty twelve-year old children. Sure, he’ll do a
spell or make a potion when prompted, but it’s doesn’t turn out as
nicely as it should. Charms class, however, is a different story;
Alejandro makes it different. ALEJANDRO turns it into some kind
of game, and he lets himself be dragged in like the weak-willed,
competitive sucker he is. Duncan hates him…and the rest of the
Slytherin house, too.
“You kidding? I’d rather be down in Slughorn’s class right now. The
Huffle-dorks say he’s making a potion that lets you breathe fire.”
He’d even tried to sneak into the dungeons to see for himself, but
one of the portraits at the entrance had started yelling at him and
he’d sulked over to the Charms room instead.
❛I see, SOUNDS extremely interesting.❜ Of course the rich little
shit had to make sure he sounded like he was interested with
the topic's when in reality, he couldn't careless what this damn
'hero' thought.
The cunning child just smiled at his classmate. ❛Charms can be
just as fun, bromigo! You've just gotta get into the right mood, come,
come! You may sit next to me if you please.❜ Personal space wasn't
a problem for Alejandro, as the child placed his arm around the other
child’s shoulder TRYING to drag him into the room. He had some
couple of years B E F O R E he could break out of the gentleman
act TOWARDS everyone.
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