But it was tiring, and she wanted to read, wanted to write, wanted to do her own things! But no, she was stuck behind the rules of her parents. But she knew she wanted to listen to herself, to read for herself, to write for herself. To consume knowledge, to advance beyond her peers. But she knew what her parents would say to that, to reading novels instead of fact, hard fact that would become the structure of her life as she began to grow up. To them, she was merely a child.
A child to be looked down upon.
She gripped the quill harder then she meant to, so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the person behind her. When she finally snapped out of her thoughts and heard the footsteps, she scrambled to hide her notes and instead, replaced it with a book on Potions Theory.
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Amaya Elizabeth Bourne