There are other ways to get his father’s attention?

“You think I don’t know that?” he said , looking at the Runes Professor “You think I never tried something else?” he shook his head. “Because I did! when Bentley informed me that I was one of the top Gryffindor students” he glared at the Charms Professor now “Yes I was” and then looked back at the Old Man. “I told my dad about it and you know what he did?” he didn’t even wait for a reply from either of them and he continued straight on. “He did nothing! He just flipped the page of the Daily Prophet at the breakfast table , got up and left for work , you know how much it sucks when your own father doesn’t even know you exist unless you do something wrong?!“ He could see the creatures crawling up his legs again but he didn’t care for now. As long as they weren’t getting near his face.

At least Botros kept his cool while asking these questions but when the other one spoke, he stopped his tantrum and stared at him, wide eyed and looking like he had just had a wake up slap of realisation. Tears started to well up in his eyes for the first time in a long time as a rollercoaster of emotions went through him but he still bravely didn’t let them fall. The last time he had felt this he was under the effects of a guilt potion a few years ago. He couldn’t even say something back this time as he began to realise that the Professor was right. About everything. He had heard those kinds of similar words from his Head of House before but he had always ignored them, thinking that he wasn’t the problem, everyone else was. But now the situation was a lot more different. Because he wasn’t in a normal office now with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands but locked in a dungeon and it freaked him out. He wanted to change but didn’t know how or even where to begin.

“I need help....please”