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Some questions are meant to be left unanswered, homework boy.
To what he said next, she arched an eyebrow. The concept of a library being too quiet was somewhat foreign to her, but considering the disorganized, precarious state of his belongings scattered in the grass, she supposed a structured environment wasn't exactly his strong suit. So.
"I would certainly reconsider," she agreed, her eyes following his suspicious glare toward the fluttering piece of parchment currently trapped beneath a rock. "Unless your goal is to incorporate sprints into your homework." In which case, he could consider it somewhat successful - though, all things considered, he'd have to do some more work on his form. And endurance, iykyk.
She watched him quietly as he stumbled through his next realization in pointing out the absolute obvious with an awkward backtrack. And while she didn't laugh, the corner of her mouth did give a faint, almost imperceptible twitch. It was interesting. He was remarkably devoid of the usual arrogant posturing she had come to expect from boys their age. It was a pleasant surprise if nothing else. Though of course she let none of this on.
"Every day," she answered without pause. It was worrisome knowing that less forgiving weather would be coming in the winter and her routine may have to come to an end as a result. That was a problem for later, however. "There is not much else to do around here," she explained as she tightened her ponytail.
In other words? She was bored out of her mind. Call it castle fever or something.
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