"Chocolate milk... is a privilege." Headmistress Dunder-Head chastised in a voice similar to Severus Snape's voice in Harry Potter. "To behave like this with the chocolate milk shows me that you are not responsible enough for such privileges. This school does not tolerate littering or wasting. What do you say about this?" She asked. The three fifth graders looked at their laps. Fitzwilliam meekly looked up from his lap.
"Honest, madame, it wasn't us." He practically whispered.
"Then, who was it?"
"It was the first graders." He looked back to his lap.
"Do you have names?" She asked, grabbing a pen and some sticky notes.
"Fitzwilliam Montgomery. It's F-I-T-Z-"
"Not your name. The names of the first grade students." She said, cutting him off.
"Oh," Fitzwilliam said, eyes widening and face turning red in embarrassment. "I don't know their first names."
"Last names will do."
"Ok, um, Hamilton, Josephino De La Guerra, Collymore, and St. James." Fitzwilliam listed off.
"You're all excused."
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More or Less Grown-up Affairs
General FictionPrequel to Vaguely Adult Activities. 1st grade
