When Luna leaned over her desk and craned her head over her paper, long white-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and her books, it looked very much like she was studiously scribbling lecture notes.
But of course she wasn't, and instead, another message went back across the gap between their small tables:
part of me thinks we ought to set a good example for the 7th years but also this class isn't teaching us anything that really matters
Fuelled by her parents' eccentricities, she had long-ago set aside any expectations of toeing society's expectations or traditional academia. She learned by doing; preferred the classes where she got to roll up her sleeves and get messy with Potions or dig her fingers into potting soil or be outside with the animals. Binns' by-the-books teaching did absolutely nothing for her.
no subject
But of course she wasn't, and instead, another message went back across the gap between their small tables:
part of me thinks we ought to set a good example for the 7th years
but also
this class isn't teaching us anything that really matters
Fuelled by her parents' eccentricities, she had long-ago set aside any expectations of toeing society's expectations or traditional academia. She learned by doing; preferred the classes where she got to roll up her sleeves and get messy with Potions or dig her fingers into potting soil or be outside with the animals. Binns' by-the-books teaching did absolutely nothing for her.