@ill-show-you-unintelligible
Ever since Magica De Spell spoke to Louie like he was the total idiot that Louie always believed he was. Well, it was that feeling that some of his old teachers used to give him, but she was a lot better at...judging him. Judging him for an assignment he had tried his hardest on. He’d worked for days, holing himself up and dying inside to try to come up with something good on 1984.
And yeah he hadn’t had Uncle Donald’s help, but he had thought he’d done a pretty good job. Until she called him out and made him feel like the worst kind of idiot. Good thing Louie was used to that one. He’d never thought himself as very smart. He was spiraling a little as he started for home, holding tight to his backpack straps until he got there, tossing his paper in the trash where it belonged and making his way to the room he shared with Huey and Dewey.
He sought out his music player and stuck his earbuds in, hands shaking a little as he scanned and scanned until he could find some Queen music. When he felt like complete shit, his go tos were Green Day and Queen. And he knew he’d just burst into tears if he let himself go Boulevard of Broken Dreams. So he was a hopeless case and never going to go far in school. It was totally fine. “Toniiiiight” he sang along with Freddie, “I’m gonna have myseeeeeeeeelf a real good time...” He nodded and focused on the song, blocking out anything his brothers might be saying to him.
Huey and Dewey, who’d both witnessed the mood he’d been in since leaving school did a quick rock paper scissors between them before Huey went out to find Uncle Donald. “Hey, Louie’s dramatically singing Queen. I don’t really know what’s going on but maybe you could...” he gestured vaguely toward the boys’ room where Louie had proceeded to dance around the room defiantly ignoring Dewey’s protests as he nearly kicked over his piano.
