#rb 14

@proditeur

“I-- th-thank you, sir.” His eyes had gone wide, and a flush had risen to his cheeks. Just about the best he’d ever read. Quirinus had spent hours on the essay, and it had clearly paid off. At first, he had been a little concerned about the fact that very few other students seemed to have heard about the contest, but maybe that was just as well-- less competition, and all that.

“Can I ask what the p-prize is, Mr. Black?” Quirinus was far more thrilled by the very fact that he had won than about any prize, but he was still curious, and he was sure his parents would want to know what it was when he wrote to them about winning the contest. He glanced behind himself briefly at an odd-sounding noise, but he was too preoccupied with his own excitement keep his attention off of Mr. Black for very long.

Perhaps the prize would be a book on the time period that had served as the subject for the essay, or-- no, that would be a bit boring after all the research the contestants had already done into the 15th century. Perhaps some text on a different subject, then, such as the topic of the next competition. It might not even be a book at all-- something to do with writing, maybe? Whatever it was, it was sure to be interesting if Mr. Black had had to send away for it.