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"TWELVE ESSAYS AND QUIDDITCH"
Julian did not enjoy the art of juggling twelve essays. He didnt even know how to write a good one yet. All he knew was sixth year level essays and while its was good for that situation, here it isn't. Theres not time to meet with any of his teachers, most of them don't even meet his eyes when he speaks to them. And hes tried to use in class time to edit because they have peer editing opportunities but no one outside of his house doesnt have a partner.
He doesnt think the kids in his house are bad, per say he just is so scared to have connection to them. Its such a mess and he wants his Mum. He's only eleven why is the whole world against him?
Parkinson and Theodore are working on their essays together at the coffee table closest to the glass wall that shows the Black Lake. Its so dark that common always have to have a bazillion lights on. Some of the older kids say if you squint hard enough you ca see the fish. Julian thinks they're lying. Its the first time in his life he's been worried about essays. Everything else has continued to click but essays? These kids didnt even go to primary school, where did they learn to write essays?
He knows all of his finished essays don't have grammar mistakes and thats all he knows. He might actually fail. Its terrifying.
"Hey, Julian," Theodore waves at him.
"Hey." Why does it sound like a question?
"Do you want to work on our essays, w-I noticed you didnt have anyone to work with in class?" He doesnt mention the fact that Julian tried to work with anyone but them.
Maybe he didnt notice. But Julian doesnt think he's that stupid. He wasnt very subtle.
It was obvious.
"Do you hate me?"
Julian doesn't even wait for the door to close before asking his question.
Asteria puts her bag down. "Of course not, it's just a house."
Julian remembers his mother saying that there are two types of good listening when someone is complaining to you. Type one, sympathetic listening where if Asteria is complaining about the Weasley twins pranks- read something that's pretty close to bullying- and you go and say that's terrible, they suck, something along those lines. Or type two, when Asteria is complaining about the Weasley twins and Julian is told to leave the room while they talk and their mother offers solutions.
Right now, he wants type one.
Because Salazar, he didn't understand just how much Hogwarts really sucked ( even though asteria would complain about it for days when she would come home for Christmas break ) until he got there. It's the kids who say don't judge me for my family, judging him for his family. He hates them and all he can do is dig his nails into his palms and walk away because if he'd picked the fight, who'd believe him? No matter what he says, they'll all think he's guilty. He's really glad his mother didn't have him grow up in this world because it fucking sucks.
