Kids' Nonsense 2

Author's note: I have significantly modified this chapter because after publication I realized that I didn't like it.

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You're going to see the gnomes, sex education classes are awesome. The teacher picks a guy and a girl at random, then asks them to strip naked in front of everyone and we can have a good laugh making fun of them. A tall 14-year-old was explaining wisely to Harry's group of friends in the schoolyard.

But what nonsense. Do you really think we're going to believe that? Replied Harry.

Oh yeah, you don't believe me. Hey Jérôme, is it true or not that they show us how to put on condoms in sex education class? He shouted to another 14-year-old student, standing back in the schoolyard.

Harry, like the other sixth graders, recognized him. His portrait was regularly displayed in the school hall among other students who had distinguished themselves. The detractors said it was because he was the principal's son, but the truth is that he totally deserved his place as the best student of his year. Despite his introversion and his small number of friends, he was known for his frankness. He wasn't the type to make up stories to mock the little ones. And even less with a small-time thug like Jeremy. He replied as he stepped towards them:

Huh? Uh! Yes, of course.

What is a condom? Asked one of the youngest.

It's a thing that debauchees put around the penis before committing sins, replied the very serious Jérôme.

Do you believe me now, kids? Added a very proud Jeremy.

But why are they teaching us this? Asked a little girl named Sylvie with visible concern.

Jeremy didn't even need to invent a credible lie as Jérôme was quick to respond:

The school has no choice, it is a course imposed by the government.

But that's horrible. Sylvie exclaimed. Jérôme, pleased for once to have an audience interested in what he had to say on the subject, then continued:

According to my father, it's because of a Freemason conspiracy to spread perversion, shamelessness, and homosexuality. In public school, they do it later, but dad says that if you have to do it, you might as well do it as early as possible.

For me, there's no way I'm going to let that happen. Harry protested.

Why are you so ugly? Jeremy asked.

Ha ha! Dying of laughter. But seriously, we can't accept that.

Harry is right. Supported Dudley.

What can we do? Sylvie asked.

We just have to all refuse to go to class. If we all disobey, they won't be able to punish us. Harry replied.

We could do like the protesters on TV. We make a banner and block the entrance to the school. Added Dudley.

Hey! You don't have the right to do that. Jérôme objected.

Go fuck yourself, Jérôme. There's no way we're accepting that. Replied Dudley.

I will tell my father. Jérôme indignantly said before leaving.

Thus, two days later, it was a sixth-grade army pumped up and equipped with smoke bombs, whistles, and a two-hour detention on Wednesday afternoon (a day normally without school) that was pushed, with difficulty, into the biology class by exhausted supervisors. The poor teacher silently recited a prayer to the patron saint of underpaid civil servants, checked the regulations to see if it was possible to retire 15 years early, and then began the lesson with fear in his stomach.

30 minutes later, everyone was yawning in the room while the professor delivered a boring explanation about how the ovaries work. In fact, it's like a normal class, thought Harry as he fell asleep (he had spent a lot of time last night preparing a banner that was unnecessarily cluttering his bag).

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Two months later, Harry finally asked with a lot of timidity.

Mr. Lupin, may I ask you an indiscreet question?

Yes, go ahead. Replied the lycanthrope curious to know what was bothering him. It was the first time his student had shown such shyness.

Harry then began to stammer:

Well, you know, you are often sick and then maybe it's a coincidence, but you don't get sick just anytime, it's always at a specific time of the month and then you're always in a strange mood just before and then (...)

He then stopped listening to what his student was telling him. He didn't need to. He had already experienced this scene dozens of times. The first time with his father, in fact. Except that he had been much quicker than his father to understand. And while they only saw each other once a week.He is really very intelligent.thought Lupin. In any case, he had already heard this beginning of dialogue a thousand times. He decided it was useless to let him beat around the bush any longer.

The two wizards said at the same time:

Yes, I am a werewolf.

Do you have your period?

They looked at each other shocked, then exclaimed again at the same time:

What?

What?

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Author's note: I dedicate the character of Jérôme to Amélie Oudéa-Castéra. A heroine far too underestimated who set the record straight by reminding everyone that the only community that has always threatened the values of the republic is the bourgeoisie. The community promoting racist, reactionary, and authoritarian values is not the workers, nor the Muslims, nor the wokes, but the bourgeois. When looking at sketches from the 80s, it seems that previously, it was obvious to everyone, but decades of media propaganda have passed since then.