 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
He'd had the worst day of classes ever...which...didn't say much considering this was only the second day and he had no idea if the days ahead would prove to be even worse but by the time the the little boy was done his lessons and finally got the chance to head to Professor Airey's Office his shoulders were slumped, his bag was dragging along the floor, his shirt had begun pulling out of his pants in such a way that it was no longer neatly tucked and even his quill and notepad seemed to be floating a bit lower.
The Gryffindor just wanted a nap--food and a nap, the really long kind where no one woke him up til the next morning with great news that all classes were cancelled on account of First Years not getting the magic right. He wouldn't mind that at all.
By now, he'd all but forgotten his fears of being in trouble with the Professor. There was simply too much else that he now needed to focus on--it was a wonder he remembered to show up at all but here he was, knocking at the door.
Tired. Dejected. Disenchanted with magic and all magical lessons.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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