That did it. Grantaire set his barely used quill down and leaned back against the bricks. “Then what are you so concerned with? You’re almost done, take a break.” With his permission, he stands, shrugging. “I would like. Why don’t you come have a little fun. We have another couple of years to do homework.”
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"I’d like to just finish it now.
You can go without me, I told you.“
And it’s not really frustration; Enjolras
tries really hard to keep the petulance
from his voice. It works a little bit.
”They’d probably enjoy it more with
you. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you
back at the carriage. You can tell us
how you beat them all or something.“
The Hogwarts students– they
seem to think he’s weird. Or at least
that’s probably why they keep staring at him.