(Thursday)
Potionology was dizzying, to say the least. He was getting a headache from all the colors. He tried to measure the potions, but he got all the measurements wrong and made a terrible-quality explosion.
It was until he almost fell into the cauldron from almost passing out, did Crewel let him sit out. When class ended, Crewel had to put a terrible-smelling potion under his nose to finally wake him up.
“That always works”. Crewel put the potion back on the shelf and sat next to Azul. “What happened Ashengrotto? you’re always the best pup”.
Lots of things happened. Did Crewel not know that he’s no longer Housewarden? That he’s no longer associated with Jade and Floyd? He was a broken man inside and outside. He wondered if Crewel saw his eyebags but decided not to comment on it.
“I had trouble sleeping, new bed recently so I'm getting used to it”. A lie again, but again a believable one. “Had to switch rooms due to certain ‘events’ recently”
“I know that you are no longer Housewarden, but you can’t accuse that to be the reason for all your problems”. Crewel was right, but it hurt. “So get up for your next class and be a good pup”.
“What would you do in this situation? Think about that”. Azul was looking at Crewel who was looking at the different potions thinking of a reply. “This is what I’m doing and what's happening in this situation”.
Azul went to leave. He stopped at the doorway and looked back at Crewel. Crewel went to turn his head back to Azul.
“I haven’t lived your life. I don’t know about your experiences. People say they would make different decisions, but they didn’t live the same life. Everyone views the world differently because of experiences. If we all had the same experiences then we would all make the same choices”. Crewel went to look away from Azul to the potions. “I would lose sleep too, but as Crewel I wouldn’t let anyone know”.
Azul left the Potions room and shut the door. Crewel was right. If people have the same experiences with even the smallest things. Everyone would make the same choices.
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Flight class was even worse.
“WAKE UP ASHENGROTTO”. Why does Vargas live on caps lock? And how was he supposed to wake up if he never had the courtesy of going to sleep?
“Okay!”. Azul kept on with the 5-mile ‘run’ he assigned them. If anything Vargas was being generous with 5 miles. That man once expected them to run 20 miles in 1 hour. Azul barely made a mile in 30 minutes.
When he came to the part of the track that wasn’t hidden under the shade, he just gave up. He fell on the track, he was thirsty and was burning.
“Azul, do you need water?”. The curious hyena asked. He was already on his fourth lap but stopped for Azul.
“No, I need a sauna”. Azul could have laughed at Ruggie’s annoyed expression if he had the energy.
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