"Fitz is ready for anything!" It was a spontaneous, and vehement defense of her friend. "He's just as good as me, and you can't judge him because he couldn't open the locket either!" It was a game, first year of the academy. She stopped, uncertain if that should have been revealed.
Her mind looked back to those moments. She was the smallest person at her A-levels, and she could swing her feet under the chair as she wrote them. There was one invigilator during, "Was it my Physics examination? Were you the one with the candies or the one with the pencils?"
Usually, the formality prevented any direct contact, but her Physics: there had been only 13 other students writing at her school, was much more informal.
She can't imagine him being one of the more formal ones.
"I didn't see your face," she meant receiving her doctorate, as she was too embarrassed to look at the rest of the receiving line, particularly the one who got that spur of the moment comment.
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Her mind looked back to those moments. She was the smallest person at her A-levels, and she could swing her feet under the chair as she wrote them. There was one invigilator during, "Was it my Physics examination? Were you the one with the candies or the one with the pencils?"
Usually, the formality prevented any direct contact, but her Physics: there had been only 13 other students writing at her school, was much more informal.
She can't imagine him being one of the more formal ones.
"I didn't see your face," she meant receiving her doctorate, as she was too embarrassed to look at the rest of the receiving line, particularly the one who got that spur of the moment comment.