First day of school, first day of homework Closed

To tell the truth, Taylor was still a bit annoyed at Edmund for the whole History of Magic thing. That was why she felt kind of smug when he asked her for help with his homework, but she didn't let it show.

Edmund scanned his answer and slid the piece of parchment towards Taylor. "This homework requires joint effort," He joked, which Taylor supposed was his way of asking others for help. "Would you mind reading this? I need to make sure it's making sense. Like, I think it is because I remember most of what our professor told us during class, but at the same time, it feels like I'm throwing random words and hoping it's right, you know," He shrugged.

Taylor considered turning away from him and saying,' Ha! No way, boy! Asking me for help after being so obnoxious?‘ She smiled a little at the thought. That would be fun.

"Sure." She took Edmund's Transfiguration homework, and started reading from the top. As her eyes traveled down the parchment, a slight frown began to make its way onto her forehead. Now, Taylor wasn't sure what kind of attitude toward homework she expected from this boy, but she supposed it had been somewhere around an I-don't-care attitude. She supposed it was because of his looks of a troublemaker, his carefree personality, or something like that. However, the truth was quite the opposite.

Taylor glanced up from the piece of parchment quickly. "You know, this is actually pretty good."

@Edmund Dempsie

@Taylor Lawrence

As the fellow Gryffindor read his parchment, Edmund tapped the floor, too anxious over something so small. What if she was secretly really good at Transfiguration and would point out what he had written wrong? All sorts of nervous thoughts like that crossed his mind.

Despite his carefree appearance and usually relaxed demeanor, Edmund could lose himself a bit when the topic at hand was homework. His mother, Eliza, had never had problems with her grades and he wanted to be just like her, in the hopes that she'd celebrate with him, or write a letter telling him just how proud she was.

Whatever worked, to be honest.

But, unlike what his brain told him, Taylor seemed surprised by his words and even complimented his homework. Edmund let out a startled, but pleased "Oh!", taking it back, almost bashful, before scanning the answers he had written down. He could write a bit more on question 3, but he was afraid of being redundant. Would his Professor remove points for that? He couldn't afford it. He wanted a 20. Call him a perfectionist - he didn't care.

"Thanks," He chirped, with a small smile, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up, even more, black locks pointing in all directions. He took his quill and wrote some things down, "It can be better, though,"