Gemotions

A giggle escaped Liam as Professor Davies stared at him over his spectacles. The accusation hung in the air, a heavy, unasked question. He casually leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The sheer audacity of it, to suggest he'd needed to *copy* someone else's work? It was almost... flattering.

He picked at a loose thread on his tweed jacket. "Plagiarism, Professor?" His voice, carefully neutral, held the barest hint of a playful lilt. The idea was just too outlandish.

The professor cleared his throat, his face reddening slightly. Liam suppressed the urge to snicker. This was better than any play he’d seen all year.