Remy shook Emmanuel's hand and considered how he really should go and do that "being friendly to people" thing more often, seeing as this wasn't a terrible experience. Learning cool history facts from strangers he approached on the street wasn't a bad outcome for an afternoon. "I look forward to...
Remy considered the boy's words and then nodded thoughtfully. He'd met plenty of strange people, and that was with them all living in the same world and not even separated by years of the earth spinning. "Well then, I supposed I must endeavor to live a life strange enough confound future...
Remy laughed incredulously. Some guy who sold bad copper being immortalized forever because of it was hilarious. Usually he found history only vaguely interesting, but mostly too dry for him to bother with it outside of his classwork, but this Ea-Nasir guy was kind of his hero now. "Why would he...
Remy was tempted the take the galleons. His family weren't broke or anything, but he only got muggle money from his mum to try discourage him to shop in the magical world. Five galleons could get him a lot of study resources, but his pride wouldn't allow it. He rolled his eyes instead. "I'll...
Remy snorted, actually agreeing with the boy. It would have been an interesting book and it was a little saddening that it probably didn't exist. He doubted he'd actually read it though. "Dunno, you got anything worth stealing?" he asked, stepping closer and making a show of pretending to look...
Remy had done a good job at keeping to himself and getting involved in very little this year. His mother would certainly be happy about that. Keeping his distance from the magical world while being stuck in the middle had been fairly difficult and more than a little lonely. His friends back home...
Remy was not supposed to be in the wizarding part of town, but Remy was also rather bad at doing what he was supposed to. Mentioning magic at home upset his mother, especially now when he had the excuse of going to Hogwarts. He couldn't practice spells at home, but his father's old potions...
Remy hadn't put much thought into what he wanted to do for his electives. Muggle Studies felt like an obvious choice to appease his mother, though it did seem almost like a joke a of a choice and probably very boring. His family already lived like muggles now anyway, and Remy wanted to be a...
Remy liked to read when studying wasn't killing his passion for it. He wanted to find some wizard fairytale but seemed to be looking in the wrong spot. He looked up to see an almost-collision and shook his head slowly. "Its not a mosh pit," Remy muttered to himself.
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