Post by Albus Severus Potter on Oct 19, 2009 19:02:05 GMT -5
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I've been waiting just to drive you crazy
Now it's my time and yes it feels amazing
There's nothing left of what you've seen before
Life is short just to do what you're told
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Albus didn't feel like going to cla*ses that day. Then again, when did he ever feel like it? Today, though, he didn't even bother changing into his uniform. Instead, he threw on a white shirt, with a green color, black slacks and over the shirt, he put on a blue coat. He wondered how he was going to annoy teachers that day. Maybe he'll just be himself. That tended to bother quite a few people. Albus put his bag over one shoulder and left the dungeons, heading upstairs. It was too late for breakfast already. That meant he'll have skip one of his cla*ses, so he could eat. Probably his second cla*s, potions. His first was too important to him, Transfiguration. He loved that cla*s. It was perhaps the only cla*s that he was good at.
He walked into the cla*sroom and sat down in the back of the room, staring at the board. A review was planned that day. This way the teacher would know who was ready for NEWTs. What the hell? NEWTs was next year, everyone in this cla*s was a sixth year. He rolled his eyes and decided to skip cla*s and get something to eat instead. Albus stood up, threw his bag back over his shoulder and walked to the door, where he was stopped by the teacher. They fought, him sticking up for his fellow sixth years, though none of them really seemed to appreciate it. In fact, some looked angry that he was disrupting the cla*s. Probably know it all Ravenclaws, the worst of the worst. Albus stormed out of the room, the teachers voice yelling at him to go straight to the headmaster's office.
He could lose his prefect responsibilities, but he didn't care anymore. Why should he care? He was thinking about leaving this school anyways, homeschooling himself or just disappearing all together. Maybe he should go to a different country and start a new life, never to return to England. Albus would miss his friends, but he probably won't have any once it became known to everyone that he might just betray the death eaters. He should leave now to save his life. He went upstairs to Longbottom's office and crossed his arms. "That teacher had no right to start a review for NEWTs when we're only sixth years in that cla*s!"
