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There was a small growing sense of frustration within the Slytherin teen who sat with a book open in front of him on the comfy sofa in the student lounge, his legs out in front of him and Rockie sitting on the edge of the page of the book, the book was one he'd gotten, a birthday present from Esme, a copy of an old book of fairytales which had reminded the boy of his mother's stories. The boy had therefore been so excited to read it, he had been working so hard on his reading recently and had managed an entire three sentences of one of his textbooks with relatively low difficulty and a little help and nudging from the muggle studies professor, but really with this book in front of him and just Rockie reading with him he had absolutely no hope of getting it. No matter how hard Avie was trying reading those words was just not coming to him, the teen had wanted to read the stories which reminded him of his mother and the time she had used to spend with him reading stories and he'd almost brought himself to tears, in his frustration, thinking he'd been doing so well and then here and now being completely unable to move forward, tears of frustration at his own lack of ability no matter what or how hard he tried.
Avie was sat underneath the bright lights of the room, the soft glow and warmth of the fire not aiding in his reading, but he no matter how much he wanted to leave the room for the comfort of the dorm where no one could see his struggle the boy seemed rooted to the spot, frustrated and just unable to move himself despite the bubbling tears. He was rubbing his eyes every few minutes with the sleeve of his Slytherin jumper an unhappy and annoyed expression on his face as he attempted to read the story, the boy had really wanted to be able to do this and he just didn't, couldn't. The teen had been trying so hard but tears filled his eyes as he hopelessly tried to read again speaking out loud, and stumbling over the words, not understanding what some of them were and just generally confusing himself with it. He had enjoyed the pictures and had happily looked at all the pictures, excitedly laughing at the different little animations but this was different he just couldn't read, he just tried and he just got annoyed and wanted to just cry, which he was almost, he didn't want to go get Lucien or Esme to read it to him, since he knew they were both busy studying for the OWLs or in Lucien's case with his girlfriend and as much as Avie had grown to really like her he was sure that Lucien wouldn't want to spend time reading to him when he had his girlfriend to do that horrible kissing that that he seemed to enjoy. He thought about going to Jean with it, but he didn't think Jean would want to either, he didn't want to force them to helping him read this book, the teen knew partly that he asked so much of them already but Avie thought the world of them, he loved Lucien unconditionally but like with the hugs Avie loved giving people he knew to be respectful of his friend, even if he barely understood why, and Esme probably didn't want to ruin her image but being sweet to him out in a place where many people could see, and well really, Avie just didn't think Jean would, so he was left to muddle through on his own, the boy let out a small huff and wiped the frustrated tears away from his eyes and cheeks as he tried again.
Avie was sat underneath the bright lights of the room, the soft glow and warmth of the fire not aiding in his reading, but he no matter how much he wanted to leave the room for the comfort of the dorm where no one could see his struggle the boy seemed rooted to the spot, frustrated and just unable to move himself despite the bubbling tears. He was rubbing his eyes every few minutes with the sleeve of his Slytherin jumper an unhappy and annoyed expression on his face as he attempted to read the story, the boy had really wanted to be able to do this and he just didn't, couldn't. The teen had been trying so hard but tears filled his eyes as he hopelessly tried to read again speaking out loud, and stumbling over the words, not understanding what some of them were and just generally confusing himself with it. He had enjoyed the pictures and had happily looked at all the pictures, excitedly laughing at the different little animations but this was different he just couldn't read, he just tried and he just got annoyed and wanted to just cry, which he was almost, he didn't want to go get Lucien or Esme to read it to him, since he knew they were both busy studying for the OWLs or in Lucien's case with his girlfriend and as much as Avie had grown to really like her he was sure that Lucien wouldn't want to spend time reading to him when he had his girlfriend to do that horrible kissing that that he seemed to enjoy. He thought about going to Jean with it, but he didn't think Jean would want to either, he didn't want to force them to helping him read this book, the teen knew partly that he asked so much of them already but Avie thought the world of them, he loved Lucien unconditionally but like with the hugs Avie loved giving people he knew to be respectful of his friend, even if he barely understood why, and Esme probably didn't want to ruin her image but being sweet to him out in a place where many people could see, and well really, Avie just didn't think Jean would, so he was left to muddle through on his own, the boy let out a small huff and wiped the frustrated tears away from his eyes and cheeks as he tried again.