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[color=00a651]"Yes, I think this should do."[/color]

The teenage youth stared intently at the sheet in front of him. It was a relatively short text, but it was the result of arduous effort. Over a few days, he had combed through the history of the failed assassination of the Queen in 1562, picking the important events and trimming the superficial information to write down this much more digestible synthesis. And in front of him sat the man who guided him through the process.

[color=3B9AAA]"The requirements to pass your history class are not too harsh. As long as you know how the events unfolded, you should be fine. But, if you desire to impress your teacher, it would pay to analyse a bit further the speech the Queen gave, so that you could formulate on opinion on her logic and intent."[/color]

[color=00a651]"Oh. No worries, this will do. I won't bother you any further, Mister Wright."[/color]

Edmund was somewhat disappointed. He understood well enough that not every student would aim beyond what was asked of them, yet the sight of such a lack of academic ambition always saddened him. Especially on such an important subject as history. How were they, the natural outcasts of society, to build a future without understanding the complexities of their past? 
Well, he knew that his advice might not have helped this youth with getting an award. After all, his opinion on this period of history did not align with the youth's teacher's own view. But maybe that made it all the more important to offer his lessons?

[color=00a651]"I'll study in my room. Thank you for your help."[/color]

[color=3B9AAA]"Ah. Go on then. But come back if you have any questions."[/color]

And just like that, the teen had left. Edmund let out a quiet sigh. The start of the scholarly year was quite calm to him. As an assistant, he didn't have a course to prepare and give. And with the students only just starting the year, they were unlikely to have already fallen behind.

Of course, a lack of workload is far from the biggest problem one might have, but he did like his job. And not just for the advantages, though he did like those too. To be fed and lodged while keeping plenty of free time for his own studies was perfect as far as he was concerned, even if the pay was meek.
He did find fulfillement in pursuing the same path as his father and was eager to help students. However, the empty library he was left in did not lie. At the moment, the students were more worried with socialising than diving in their studies. This would change soon, but not soon enough to Edmund's taste.

He got up from his seat and headed out of the library. Perhaps he might be able to make himself useful elsewhere.