That's exactly what it is. Wilhelm had never been an especially enthusiastic student. He put in the requisite amount of effort to pull decent grades, because his parents expected success, but how he did in school never really mattered. His whole life was already mapped out for him — a B minus in Algebra II wasn't going to change anything about his future. He misses the ordinary. The old ordinary.

There are lessons to attend in the castle, yes, but they all revolve around magic — a festering wound for Wilhelm.

"You wouldn't?"

It's not surprise that crosses his countenance this time, but contemplation. Having finished shredding the grass, he plucks another blade.

"I guess...I'm not sure. I don't think I really belong here." A confession he quickly stumbles on from. "But I actually have more freedom now than I did at home. If given the choice..."

The unknown end of the sentence stretches into silence as he winds the fresh blade of grass around his finger.

"I don't know. It's easy to stay when you have no choice, but I'd probably feel guilty if I didn't go back."