Donkey

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Remus didn't like it when his classmate was called a donkey. He took it upon himself to show the dumbo how it felt, in his own zany DeVillier way.

Trigger Warning for bullying

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Remus hated maths. All these boring, pointless numbers and the old lady droning on and on. He put all his energy in just keeping his eyes open. Notes didn't really matter anyway, he was still holding a B.

Besides he wasn't the only one dozing, so it wouldn't be fair if he were the only one scolded.

"Now one for everyone," the teacher chimed.

"Boring."

All heads turned to the smartest girl in class; Lori. Just a few seconds ago she had face planted her desk.

Teach ripped into her, leaving her red faced and stammering. Meanie.

"Now Noel," the kid in question jolted looking like he'd seen the boogeyman.

"What is four hundred and nine plus two hundred and fifteen?"

"Uhh... um six hundred- six hundred thirty," he guessed.

"That was close, six hundred and twenty-four," she said writing the answer on the board.

Noel slumped in his seat. 

"That's alright just keep paying attention and you'll get it eventually."

"Kid's a donkey isn't he?" asked one of his tablemates. Remus slid away when he tried to nudge his arm. Remus didn't like him anymore.

Maths got a little funner with division. Least for Remus, Noel's life was becoming pretty pitiful. More so than his brother's attempts at being grown up.

"Don't screw up donkey."

"Eeeeeh ahhh, eeeh ahhh."

"Dunce-y dunce is donkey doo."

Just a week into the unit and Noel looked ready to cry each class.

That was so not fair. Noel hadn't done anything. He wasn't a nerd, or a jerk, or both. Just some kid who got his numbers mixed up!

Maybe if there was an even bigger dunce in class.

"Remus, five hundred divided by five."

Perfect.

"Uuuum, twelve?"

"N-no one hundred," she said surprised, "are you okay, do you need to splash some water on your face."

"Nah I'm just a dummy," he said smacking himself on his big, dummy head. Ow his dunce head was hard.

No one laughed or sneered at him. Damn.

Maybe he just needed something even more embarrassing.

So, when Roman asked about Mom's lipstick in his lunch box he told the honest truth.

"Honestly you're so weird, just leave it be."

Sticking out his tongue he said, "course you'd say that Perfecto."

Sure enough the whole school nearly split their guts, and wet their pants laughing. To be honest it felt kinda good. Especially since Noel got a good laugh.

Then Lori killed the mood.

For some reason teacher sent him to the counselor who made him clean up and asked all these weird questions about clothes he liked, toys, going to the restroom, and whether he liked being a boy.

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