Talk:Ideas/@comment-4423292-20151102143229

Oz came home from his graduation party, drunk and on the verge of tears. His father sat him down, made him drink tea, and listen. He kept Oz's cup full of scaldingly hot tea very specifically so he couldn't move too suddenly and get up and leave. And after Oz tried to get up anyways, and burnt himself, his father threatened to belt him to the chair.

He made him talk, about how he's afraid to really try, because if you really try, any subsequent failures are real too. And about how he'll feel like crap in 15 years if he doesn't try. And about how he got into that ambitious slither-thing, and so I know you can do this.

And so he took summer classes, at the collage he would've gone to if he didn't go to Hogwarts, in biology and chemistry. Because even if Hogwarts is willing to falsify his collage marks for him, he still knows nothing about biology or chemistry, and you can't go into a veterinary program knowing nothing there. And his father made him go. "Osian, you get all dramatic when it's your choice to make. So now it's not a choice. You have to go; now, you're going to be late. I let you spend 7 years at that crazy magic school, which — as far as I can tell — hasn't taught you anything since you were 12, and stopped having magical outbursts! And now it's time for actual school; here, here's a thermos of tea. Have a good day."