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Hiya babes, not sure if this is to well written. I have another approach I may use instead of this to capture Zanthus in his earlier years. Let me know what you think, honestly, want to do this bit well, it's important to me. So incredibly sorry it took so long to get a chapter out, no excuses. Zanthus POV Year 7 “You know you’re going to have to go in, Z.” Xander rested his weight on the brick building behind him. “N-No.” I grumbled, arms crossed tight over my chest. Xander rolled his eyes, “Absolute div. Do what you’d like, I’m heading in.” He heaved his rucksack up onto his shoulder and spared me a final glance before turning towards the entrance gates. I picked at my tweed jacket, cringing at the colour. Never the fan of uniforms but always a victim to them. I caught the time on
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