As she did the measurements, Edmund continued to mark the stars on the page. He glanced up at her every now and then to ensure that she didn't look too stressed or too uncertain—at least that's what he told himself. His eyes caught on the red braid that hung over her shoulder, the multi-toned red of her hair looking like a shiny knut against the black of her robes. He wondered how difficult it would be to mix that color... and how difficult it would be to copy from memory.
That was weird, he told himself, and promptly turned his attention back to their chart which needed more attention than any easel of his.
"It looks good to me. You're better at this than me; it usually takes me ten minutes to finish one calculation. Numbers are... something else," he admitted, pleased that they would likely finish their entire assignment before the rest of their class finished the math.
That was weird, he told himself, and promptly turned his attention back to their chart which needed more attention than any easel of his.
"It looks good to me. You're better at this than me; it usually takes me ten minutes to finish one calculation. Numbers are... something else," he admitted, pleased that they would likely finish their entire assignment before the rest of their class finished the math.
— set by the magical MJ <3 —