Please don't ask me why England was making Chinese memes. It was because I didn't know any English memes, and you guys might not necessarily understand them either. (Smile of misery)
Still an extra chapter, okay? Just treat this like a thing!
"Oh, Kayson, could you be a little more honest? We all really want to know." Lily leaned closer and joined the army of questioners.
"Okay, okay, um..."
"Hmm?" A dark-skinned little witch from Gryffindor suddenly looked up.
Kayson awkwardly waved a hand. "Sorry, I wasn't talking about you."
The little witch nodded and lowered her head again to study her spell.
And in that brief moment, Professor Flitwick had already made a full circuit of the classroom. He returned to the podium and said, "The student who has surprised me most in our year is Mr. Heath. His application of magic has reached a level that even most adult wizards struggle to attain. If you have any questions about magic, you may ask Mr. Heath directly. Do you have any objections, Mr. Heath?"
Kayson wore a signature smile of resigned misery. "Can I refuse?"
"Um..."
"All right, Professor, I'll do it." Seeing Professor Flitwick's silence, Kayson finally nodded helplessly. Wasn't it just answering a few questions? What elementary school student with good grades had never been asked questions after class by little wizards who weren't as good at studying?
It was perfectly normal.
Professor Flitwick, whose throat was merely too dry and had caused him to stumble over his words, looked rather pleasantly surprised at Kayson's agreement.
After all, when he heard Kayson ask whether he could refuse, he had felt a little regretful. But if the student was unwilling, he couldn't force him to do this sort of thing, could he? He had immediately been about to