Re: 7th Year: Table One
Terry had felt a sick pit in his stomach since the class began. His eyes had been dancing from face to face, wondering if anyone was truly enjoying this. He sure as heck wasn't. It wasn't the fact that he was killing a plant-he did that every time he tried to grow something. It was the use of the curse that was making him so uneasy. Why were they being taught to use these curses as if it was nothing. Like a simple disarming charm. It really bothered him but he did as Neville requested and kept his thoughts to himself.
A few times he was tempted to give Michael a note asking if he felt like this was a bit extreme but refrained. He knew what it was going to be like if both of them got detention for mocking the lesson. He stayed quiet and chewed his tongue but there was nothing to say he couldn't make it obvious that he was bothered by the whole situation.