"Then how do you know I can't not hurt anybody unless I'm dead? I'm not dead now and I don't think I'm hurting anybody and you can't tell if I am."
"If I died I think that would hurt some people, mostly my parents," Bella observes.
"Yeah, yesterday, third period," says Bella. "We turned wood chips into iron. It was hard."
"And they failed you?" exclaims Bella. "Because you didn't want to kill the mice? That's awful! And Tony said you were too good at Transfiguration to be held back in it, too, and that's just not fair, they should give you different tests to make up for it if they really think you'll grow out of it anyway or you'll be farther behind than you have to be."
"Yeah, sure," says Feral. "My point is, the whole world is like that. It's just full of that stuff. Where everybody thinks you should be doing something, and you get in trouble if you don't, and it's something messed up like setting mice on fire. But I don't think it's always as obvious as setting mice on fire. And people can think they're doing good stuff, think they're helping, and really they're lighting up mice. You know?"
(Her breakfast has been toast and scrambled eggs.)
"Well, if you spot me messing up you should tell me and then I'll fix it."
Bella smiles. She eats her last bite of toast. "Want to walk to class together?"
On to Transfiguration. They are not making them transfigure live animals today; they're still on solid materials. Bella turns a sheet of glass into a sheet of cardboard, though this is much harder than yesterday's exercise and it takes her the entire class to do it and it's not even difficult in a particularly interesting way.
She has lunch next! Who's around?
"I found out why Feral's in remedial transfig'. You know how he sets stuff on fire? He won't work with live animals. So they failed him."