Xavier My Savior

↳ Quentin's Book

These chapters are so long dammit xD This is supposed to be a bonus chapter in a spin-off, what am I doing

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X A V I E R

I wondered if turning a tortoise into a teapot counted as animal abuse. Or if it was vice versa, would the tortoise get the same rights that a natural tortoise would?

Well, it was something to argue with people about. I went back to memorizing charms.

I was in the library, flipping through Intermediate Transfiguration because I wanted to know what I'd be learning in third year. It was Caro's copy since it was still in very good condition, due to how she'd only opened it about a dozen times.

Quentin appeared, having finished his Astronomy class. He dragged a chair over to mine and tried to shut the cover. "At this pace, you'll be better than me," he complained.

"My intention is to be better than everyone."

"You can't if you're barely passing Astronomy," he pointed out.

"That class is pointless," I sighed, "and we've been over this."

Quentin did his best to close the book, and I studiously pushed down on the pages. After saving the page number in my head, I let him slam it shut. "Are you bored or something?"

He procured a copy of some novel and placed it in front of me, pleading, "Can you please read my favourite book ever?"

"No," I said, scrolling through my list of non-offensive phrases, "I — personally, in my opinion, from my point of view — do not see the use of fiction."

He did the comedic gasp he does whenever I announce something like this, then cried out like I'd killed Taco, "How could you?!!"

With amusement, I watched him convulse around a bit before answering, "It's just not my thing."

"Could you try it?"

I totally could, but that would end the fun. "No."

His eyes narrowed, but his lips twitched upwards, proving that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. "You don't have anything to do right now. You're always done with homework before eight."

"On the contrary, I have plenty. If I want to look pompous enough I have to be able to turn a beetle into a button and back before tomorrow's class."

The look he gave me was pure skepticism. "You can do that."

"That's not true, and you can't prove anything."

"It's one of the most basic transformation spells for second years!"

I reached over and yanked a white button off his dress shirt. He blinked, "Hey!"

I placed it on the table and waved my wand at it, purposely using the least amount of concentration I could muster, "Boton scaraba."

And because the transformation formula never failed, nothing happened. I shot Quentin a pointed look. He groaned at me. "You're impossible."

"Impossible to match."

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I tapped the button, "Boton scaraba."

Gracelyn's eyes bugged out as the little black disk became a beetle. "First try?! Did you practice?"

"No," I lied obviously.

"You did," she accused, glaring daggers at me.

I held her gaze, "I did."