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Bertrum flung open the door of Zeamagial Dorm. “My, what a day!” He lamented sitting on one of the armchairs in the lounge, taking out his journal.
A pop quiz in magical history, a flight test in gym in which he almost threw up and his potion blew up in his face because his partner’s shaky hands caused more than the recommended amount to fall into the cauldron.
“Well, I suppose that’s calling the pot calling the kettle black, my hands do shake violently on occasion.”
Bertrum commented to himself aloud before continuing to write about today’s events in his journal.
It wasn’t long before Bertrum felt eyes on him and heard breathing by his right ear. The tuft of messy lavender hair and the brightly colored hat that Bertrum caught a glimpse of told him who it was.
“Didn’t your siblings teach you it isn’t nice to read over someone’s shoulder, Enzuma?” Bertrum said. Enzuma had pulled himself up on the back of the chair, just to snoop over Bertrum’s writings.
“What cha writing?” Enzuma asked, completely ignoring Bertie’s question.
Bertrum sighed but decided to indulge NRC’s youngest.
“I’m writing about my day, it’s a habit I've developed since childhood; to write after school about my day. You should try it.”
“But that’s soooo borriiiinnnngggg!” Enzuma slid over the top of the couch, onto Bertie before hopping off.
“Why don’t you do something fun? Like play a game?” Enzuma asked, Bertie scowled in response. He had only played games with his brother when he was alive.
“I’m too old for games, Enzuma.”
“You’re never too old for games! Watch; TAG!” Enzuma snatched Bertie’s journal from under him and started to run.
“Enzuma Gabriel, get back here this instant!!” Bertrum quickly followed Enzuma, who was laughing a wheezy laugh while putting Bertie’s journal under his hat and running in a zigzag pattern to throw Bertie off.
Eventually Bertrum got close enough and jumped, knocking both him and Enzuma onto the ground.
Bertrum grabbed his journal out of Enzuma’s hat.
“The next time,” Bertrum panted, clutching at his side. “You want to play a game, do it (pant) with someone else!” Bertrum wheezed out in what should have been a yell.
Enzuma was just laughing, Bertrum wasn’t even sure he heard what he had said; he just kept laughing and laughing. Bertrum eventually couldn’t stop himself from chuckling along with Enzuma and laying down in the grass.
“See?” Enzuma said, a faint laughter still in his voice. “You can never get too old for this!”
Bertrum smiled, “I guess not.”