A better compromise would be the option to hide the game from your Achievement list . You could hide it from your list though it wouldn ' t hide it from your overall score and you could choose to RE add it whenever you want in a settings menu . That way there ' s no issue of petty deleting or headaches that could arise . I ' d actually love that . <| sep |> lmao you definitely haven ' t bought a new controller , and none of the ' auto passing ' happens that frequently , most bad ping and it registering a second after <| sep |> nbspnbspnbspnbspImogen sat on the divan in the common room , taking in the sweet silence between classes . Nosipho came down from the dormitory and sat beside her . nbspnbspnbspnbspEnjoying yourself , my lady ? asked Nosi . nbspnbspnbspnbspImogen smiled . Fire casting , she said . nbspnbspnbspnbspOh , how did you do it ? n bspnbspnbspnbspCigarrette lighter , replied Imogen , revealing a svelte plastic device from the folds of her cloak . The kind that uses an arc . That and petrol . nbspnbspnbspnbspI don ' t know what those things are but it sounds very clever , said Nosi . You do smell somewhat ripe . She wafted the air in front of her face . nbspnbspnbspnbspThat ' s petrol . nbspnbspnbspnbspDo all muggle things smell so bad ? nbspnbspnbspnbspJust then , the door to the common room opened , revealing a fresh lot of students . The room suddenly became less airy than before . nbspnbspnbspnbspI say we should move this conversation elsewhere , said Imogen . The rabble is here . nbspnbspnbspnbspImogen and Nosi slipped down the tower and headed towards the grounds outside . They usually hung out in the Court , but with visitors from two other schools crowding the castle they felt it best to keep their distance . nbspnbspnbspnbspThere were also reporters about , which made Imogen nervous . A particularly insectlike woman from the newspaper with a floating pen bothered her the most . Imogen saw her milling around the tower more often than she preferred . nbspnbspnbspnbspThey reached an outcropping of stones on the ridge beyond the front gates , backs to the castle , before speaking again . nbspnbspnbspnbspNosi ? asked Imogen as she looked for a seat . nbspnbspnbspnbspYeah ? answered her friend . nbspnbspnbspnbspI don ' t know how long I can keep this up . She sat down on a boulder , looking down at nothing in particular . nbspnbspnbspnbspWhat makes you say that ? asked Nosi , taking a seat herself next to her friend . Most of the stuff we do doesn ' t even involve a wand . nbspnbspnbspnbspI feel like someone is catching onto me . All these people , those nosy reporters , said Imogen to the ground . The wind howled , causing the girl to draw up her arms . Nosi shifted closer to her . nbspnbspnbspnbspI haven ' t noticed anything funny , replied Nosi . Neither have the ghosts , and they hear everything . nbspnbspnbspnbspImogen paused . nbspnbspnbspnbspI shouldn ' t have told you , she declared . This is too dangerous . They ' ll take you away ornbspnbspnbspnbspDon ' t say that , replied Nosi . You asked me for help . I ' m giving you my help . That ' s that . I don ' t care that you aren ' t a witch . nbspnbspnbspnbsp Imogen took a deep breath . She looked at Nosi , whose afro undulated in the wind . Tears were welling up in her eyes . nbspnbspnbspnbspWhy do wizards hate muggles , Nosi ? asked Imogen . Why do they want to keep them out of this world ? It ' s so beautiful . nbspnbspnbspnbspI dunno , replied Nosi . Back in Joburg nothing made sense either . The adults do what they want . Forget them . nbspnbspnbspnbspI hate the word , ' Muggle ', continued Imogen , frowning . It ' s so ugly . nbspnbspnbspnbspShe began to cry . Nosi felt her friend shift on her seat , throwing her arms around her in a hug . Nosi sat there like a stone while Imogen cried into her shoulder . nbspnbspnbspnbspThank you so much , said Imogen , her voice muffled by Nosi ' s robe . I was so alone .