They had just gotten their Charms exams back, and Ford had been horrified to see a dozen red marks across his paper. At the top of the test was a large red "A". "A" for "average"... His father would not be pleased. The wizard-born had quite the strained relationship with his parent already, but after this he imagined he would fall out of the family's graces for quite some time. Average wasn't good enough for a Farquad- not according to that awful man anyway. Ford knew full well that he'd be getting an owl in the next week outlining just how much of a failure he was. Unfortunately, the boy could not hake the feeling that he really was a failure. Not to his family of course, he couldn't be bothered to give a flying fig about the Farquad name. But his own failures never ceased to annoy him. He wanted to be better than that.
Ford cursed himself inwardly, wondering how he could possibly have been so stupid. An "A", in Charms of all classes? Charms had always been easy to him. Boring, but easy, In fact he could often be found muttering to himself about how it was nothing more than waving your wand around and saying a few words. He wasn't one to care much for the subject, especially with all of the expectations set upon him. He had no desire to be a "great wizard" as was intended for him. The volatile lad had even scoffed at the paper when he had first received it, dismissing his insecurities by telling himself "it's a stupid class anyway." But that would not be a good enough excuse for Maximus Farquad. Besides, deep down he knew that it was his own lack of knowledge that had brought him here. And if there was anything Ford could not forgive himself for, it was a lack of knowledge.
The boy sat down with his textbook, ready to slog through the infernal subject until he understood it perfectly. There would be punishments at home if he did not bring up the grade. Yet as he did so, a flash of brilliant red caught his eye. There was a girl sitting at the table beside his- a girl he recognized. He had seen her moments before in the very class he had so disappointingly walked away from. Though the two had never formally met, he had sat near enough to hear her receive accolades from the teacher handing their tests back. She must have gotten good marks... Ford stared at the girl for a moment, debating whether or not to approach her. On one hand, she was a human being. That was inherently a downside, as the boy loathed to talk to other humans especially when he was feeling so defeated. He certainly hated to ask for help. Then again...
Ford stood up, swallowing his pride. If there was any chance that a conversation with this girl would improve his marks, it was only logical to take it. While the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth he knew that it was foolish not to ask for her help. No amount of social awkwardness could be worse than the punishment he would receive from his father is an "A" was his final grade. As he walked toward her, he tried to recall her name. Vena? Vira?... Verla, wasn't it? He'd heard attendance called many a time, but scarcely paid attention to the other names. Thankfully he was not forced to remember.
As he got close enough to actually introduce himself, he spotted the girl's test among the papers on her desk. Her name was there- great. At least he would be spared the embarrassment of not knowing his classmate's identity. The well-mannered boy cleared his throat to get her attention before introducing himself in the way he had been instructed so many times. "Miss Harness, correct?" Then realizing he may have come off a bit to formal, he corrected himself. "Uh... Verla?"
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