Charles was trying very hard not complain about all the fidgeting Mr. Smellie was doing at the moment. It was very distracting, but he'd already committed to sitting there, and it was becoming a personal struggle of will. A personal struggle that he was about to lose when the younger boy spoke up.
Looking up from the parchment he was taking notes down on, Charles said, "You'd be surprised how rare common sense actually is," he said. "But aside from that, if a dark wizard decided they wanted to curse you, wouldn't you want a healer who knew about curses?"
Looking up from the parchment he was taking notes down on, Charles said, "You'd be surprised how rare common sense actually is," he said. "But aside from that, if a dark wizard decided they wanted to curse you, wouldn't you want a healer who knew about curses?"