Post by Ingvar Winterfeldt on Oct 19, 2020 18:47:18 GMT 2
Leave them hangin' on the line
Feel your innocence slipping away, don't believe it's comin' back soon
|Oh, what a joy it was to, yet again, be in Dabrowskas class. The same old wooden chairs which always made Ingvar feel stiff after one mere lesson, the same tense silence whenever she took her sweet time picking her next victim, who would have to answer her questions, and, inevitably fail tremendously. Not like Ingvar always got the answers right... But he didn't get the wrong often either, simply because she had given up on trying to get anything serious out of him years ago.|
He just didn't care enough to listen, and no matter how much detention she gave him, how many times she failed him in class, he always passed. Cederblom could be bought easily, and Dabrowska knew better than to fight against money. Ingvar was sure this year would be no different, and after some nine months he could finally get out of this dusty old palace and head down somewhere warmer... Well, after he got that whole 'getting married and getting your wife pregnant' business, which was entirely different opera.
So, one can imagine that Ingvar wasn't too thrilled when Dabrowska demanded he stay after class. Once his classmates started pouring out of the class, he tossed his backpack on the first row of desks, sat right onto the table next to it and pulled out a cigarette, sticking it between his lips.
"And what would it be this time, professor? You know I have no intentions of changing my ways and paying attention, that ship sailed away a long time ago." He said, raising up his wand to light the smoke.
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