Huntin' Fishin' And Lovin' Every Day
He stared at the freshly opened book on his classmate's side. Disgusting. It may have been class time, but they did not need to consider learning... whatever it was they were learning about. While the man may have been yapping, his ears have been turned off and all he could think about was wanting to spend his time outside, swimming in a river, climbing trees, getting a little mud on him.
He wanted to try catching fish with his hands since his tribe never introduced him to the concept of fishing poles (to which he would've weaponized if he were allowed to take them to Hogwarts), a net for minnows, or really anything useful.
He stared blankly at the black chalkboard and something inside him wanted to come out, roaring to life like a lawnmower that got its string yanked upon. He stood up, his clearly defining and distinguishing 7'5 feet of height towered over every student in the room, and he looked down, grabbing his tablemate's textbook and yeeted it across the room towards the chalkboard. He was done.
Done.
No more learning. It was September 10th! He did not want to learn. School was over. Yes. School was over. Let him go back home! Let the birds crow and caw, let the babies tweet, let the squirrels and chipmunks chitter. Let the crickets chirp.
He got into his tablemate's face, arching his back as he smiled grimly, all of his teeth yellowed beyond repair. "REMY NO DO ORD REMY RE!" Remy no do work, remy free! He spit in her general direction, not on her. "You stupid erd." You stupid nerd It wasn't intimidating, nor was it a very smart insult.
But what can you expect from the author who gave him a wisdom of zero?
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Open but mentioning @Solène d'Estienne and lowk @Orion Lécuyer
He wanted to try catching fish with his hands since his tribe never introduced him to the concept of fishing poles (to which he would've weaponized if he were allowed to take them to Hogwarts), a net for minnows, or really anything useful.
He stared blankly at the black chalkboard and something inside him wanted to come out, roaring to life like a lawnmower that got its string yanked upon. He stood up, his clearly defining and distinguishing 7'5 feet of height towered over every student in the room, and he looked down, grabbing his tablemate's textbook and yeeted it across the room towards the chalkboard. He was done.
Done.
No more learning. It was September 10th! He did not want to learn. School was over. Yes. School was over. Let him go back home! Let the birds crow and caw, let the babies tweet, let the squirrels and chipmunks chitter. Let the crickets chirp.
He got into his tablemate's face, arching his back as he smiled grimly, all of his teeth yellowed beyond repair. "REMY NO DO ORD REMY RE!" Remy no do work, remy free! He spit in her general direction, not on her. "You stupid erd." You stupid nerd It wasn't intimidating, nor was it a very smart insult.
But what can you expect from the author who gave him a wisdom of zero?
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Open but mentioning @Solène d'Estienne and lowk @Orion Lécuyer
In loving memory of the greatest and kindest woman. I adore you, and I will miss you, Dolly. My heart breaks for you, for your family, and for the world. You can be with Carl now, as an upside. And I Will Always Love You.