Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[notanaxemurderer]

The trip had been exciting, but Kiem found he didn't mind being back either, and he didn't mind classes starting again, which, he realised, wasn't what he had expected when arriving in Fandom. He had never liked classes, mostly because he wasn't really good at anything he was expected to learn, and while he might not be good at what he was taught here, no one seemed to mind much.

Except that scary teacher that had replaced Summer. He missed Summer. Which was unexpected too, because he didn't usually miss teachers.

Thinking about all this was, he felt, an acceptable excuse for the taste of the soup he managed to make from all sorts of leftovers in the fridge.

[Open!]