The Seventh year boys slumped. It was my third win and even handicapped they couldn't take me on.
"No offense but you guys suck."
Someone snickers behind the stacks.
"It's not our fault your so good."
"Then get better." I deadpan. "Or better yet play to win."
I scoff and stand up to walk away.
"Wait!" A small tripling hex sends him to the floor. "Damn it Granger wait!"
I turn around. "What?" I snap. "You're wasting my time."
The boy flinched but I just hitched up my bag I'm a clear dismissal.
The poor boy swallowed hard.
It must be so hard for him to be dismissed after I practically treated him and his friends like kings earlier.
"We-we want to get better. We do! But it's only been three games. And it's not like we can practice without our own deck."
I pretend to think it over and sigh. "You're right. I'm sorry I was so hard on you guys. You look like you really want to learn."
The boy perks up at my soft tone. "It's-" I licked my lips and he stuttered.. "It's okay! It can be frustrating to teach idiots like us right?"
I giggle. "True but I can lower my expectations a bit. I do have more experience than you guys."
"Yeah. I wish we could practice more. Be more of a challenge you know?"
"I-I could give you my deck if you."
"You'd do that?"
"Yeah. It's the only one I have but if it helps you and your friends learn."
"We couldn't."
"Then…" I look at him from beneath my bangs. "Maybe you could buy it off me?"
"Deal!"