Sooooo he wasn't right. He slapped his hands against his knees as he rose from his seat. She'd brought out the glass balls and everything, as if she'd anticipated him needing this sort of remedial reeducation. He wasn't sure whether he ought to be grateful of annoyed at her foresight, so he settled on both. With pursed lips he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her with unamused eyes. "Yeah, I know that. This is NEWT-level, not Intro," he pointed out. She was doing just as he asked—peeled away the more complicated details—but now she wasn't being nearly detailed enough and he felt like he was being lectured by his childhood nanny.
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