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Marc was silently writing his essay when two new first years from the same class approached them. He looked up, a bit scared, but then gave the book to them. He wasn't finished with his essay, but they needed it. However, the two girls joined them and suddenly they became a study group. Wiggling...

Marc stilled when his classmate cocked her eyebrow at him. Her aura was intimidating and all he wanted to do now was run away. But that was rude, and he will never be rude. So, he nodded his head and tried to smile, sitting down cautiously as to not annoy her any further. "Thank you," He said...

Marc walked straight to the library, wanting to get the essay over with so he wouldn't stress about it later. He went to the shelves, hoping to find the book recommended by Ms. Octavia, but alas he couldn't. Turning around, he scanned the library for people who might have the book in their...

"There are lots of types, it's just that there are good ones and bad ones," Marc said as he finished his food. He gave his clean plate to one of the elves, thanking them for the good food. "I'm happy that you have a good family." He smiled, albeit sadly. Of course, he's angry that he doesn't...

"It's a song that I play often at my church," Marc said shyly, fidgeting with the strings of his guitar. Seb seemed like a nice boy; A bit innocent, he thought, but nice. He's glad that all the people he had met were nice. "Do you.. Do you know how to play?" He asked, offering his guitar to the...

"It must be nice," Marc said quietly, "To have such a family..." He frowned a bit, feeling sad thinking about his own... family. He knew that he wasn't the only one experiencing this kind of situation. All he had to do was reach out; However, he was still so scared. He shook his head to get rid...

Marc was startled by a girl who gestured to follow her. He didn't know her, and he should probably just leave and come back next time, but she looked so sad. He didn't like people being sad even if he didn't know them. It didn't matter if the reason wasn't serious, the girl was sad about it and...

"If a door is locked in the first place, why would you try to unlock it?" Marc asked, "What if people locked it for a good reason? Like they need time to themselves or the room was off-limits?" If somebody tried to open his door, he would feel violated. His privacy wasn't respected and his...

"Mn, I've tried, but I didn't understand anything..." Marc said, embarrassed that he couldn't get what his books were teaching. "I know what the spells mean but I just don't.. get it, you know?" He was afraid that Anna wouldn't understand and make fun of him, since she was obviously more...

Marc nodded his head, understanding what she told him. He wasn't familiar with those, and especially not clubs. When she told him about one of the clubs that do gardening, he grimaced. It not like he hated plants, but planting them meant he had to get dirty; He hated getting dirty. "It's...

Marc nodded and held his unfinished flower crown in his hands. He started weaving the ends together, trying to copy what he did earlier. A big smile spread across his face as he managed to finish it and looked at Ate Leia in happiness. "I did it!" He said. (im so sorry i thought i replied to...

"Mn, Philippines is north of Australia," Marc confirmed, nodding his head slightly. He missed his country, even if he wasn't allowed to be out most of the time. It was familiar and comfortable instead of a foreign country where he was all alone. "Broomsticks? The ones used for cleaning?" Mark...

Marc smiled and shook as Anna said she wasn't a good dancer and he that he might have a chance at being better. He hoped he didn't have to learn and could skip the whole ball, but if he wasn't allowed then... He'd have to deal with it. "Sorority..." Marc tilted his head, he didn't know what...

"I've never been to a ball before," Marc said, grimacing at the thought of having to socialize with the whole school at once. "I've never danced either, so it would be... embarrassing.." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He then listened to Anna explain what Quidditch was and smiled at...

Marc thought she was right, he could learn new songs to play. He smiled at that, happy to know that he wasn't restricted by religion in this school. "Well..." Marc hummed, tapping his hands on his lap, "The lessons would be nice, I don't know what a Yuleball is, and I might just stand by...

"You could say that," Marc said, but really- his family just forced it on him. "I did bring my guitar with me, so I could play for you... I only know a few songs though." He grimaced, thinking about the glory songs he had played religiously during mass and orayer meetings. He was starting to...

"My father taught me how," Marc answered as quickly as he could, "Well, I wouldn't say extra creative-" He flustered, wiggling in his seat as the quick onslaught of praise was said to him. Him. He could hardly believe it. "I guess you're right..." Marc trailed off, thinking about it, but...

Marc was in the library, staring at the array of books available to all students in Hogwarts. He wasn't allowed to read any books for fun; All he had read was the Bible and school books. But this... This was a plethora of unread books that Marc wanted to get his hands on. He had to take this...

Marc softened at how concerned Seb looked, and relaxed. There was nothing that was going to hurt him, he thought to himself. "It's really alright.. Just don't do that again.." He said, with a small smile. He took the other boy's hand awkwardly, not really used to doing handshakes since it wasn't...

"Well, I can only play a few songs," Marc said, feeling really flustered, "I usually write stories... But, no I'm not creative at all!" He denied, waving his hands frantically as if to wave her praise away. He wasn't used to getting those kind of comments, so he didn't know how to act. "It's...