His birthday, hmm? "Good, only another eleven days for my twenty-four hours of peace, then," he remarked, his brows arching up as if to say he doubted every word that left the Gryffindor's mouth. More exciting than that was it was his seventeenth birthday, which came with more freedom than even his prefect badge offered—but he was getting sidetracked. He subconsciously mirrored Pyrites' body language, settling back in his chair.
"Surely you know this assignment's more than that," he chuckled. "All of those prophecies came true, so it's not as if a bit of guesswork will give you the right answers. I don't know what he was thinking, reading them aloud without any page numbers to reference. I had to go all the way back to my notes from fourth year to find one of the answers." This was all bullshit, of course, but from his personal experience, having details withheld during an explanation—along with the expectation that he understood the context—was a recipe for panic. A broad smile on his face, Eldin gave a carefree smile that mirrored the one Pyrties had given him moments earlier. "But I am glad we finally got a fact-based assignment for once!"
"Surely you know this assignment's more than that," he chuckled. "All of those prophecies came true, so it's not as if a bit of guesswork will give you the right answers. I don't know what he was thinking, reading them aloud without any page numbers to reference. I had to go all the way back to my notes from fourth year to find one of the answers." This was all bullshit, of course, but from his personal experience, having details withheld during an explanation—along with the expectation that he understood the context—was a recipe for panic. A broad smile on his face, Eldin gave a carefree smile that mirrored the one Pyrties had given him moments earlier. "But I am glad we finally got a fact-based assignment for once!"
