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Blaise Bellaire was dragging his feet as much as he possibly could without it being such a hindrance that his father would give him a stern word about it. Where had his summer gone? It felt like only last week he'd gotten off the train and kissed the floor of platform 9 3/4. How was it that he had to be going back already?
The little boy had his most sullen look on, one hand pulling his trunk behind him and the other holding on to his younger sister's.
He would give anything to hear his parents tell him they'd changed their minds and he wouldn't have to go back but he'd been forced to pack his things a week well in advance of this day. There was no changing their mind, there was nothing but knowing they were heading for the Hogwarts Express and it made him feel sick; completely and utterly sick.
"Remember we want you to give magic a fair try this term. No owls home about your wand being defective, no skipping classes. I want you to write me every time you've learned a new spell and please Blaise, don't make it look like we're sending you off to prison. Your future is in magic. You've made some lovely friends and I bet if you give the school a chance you'll like it a whole lot more." Grace muttered to the positively crestfallen child. She hated seeing him like this, honestly. The woman knew this was the best thing for him but her son had a way of making them look like the villains and all she wanted to do was pull him into a hug and make promises she might not have been able to keep.
"Yes mum." He kept his head hung low, paying very little attention to his quill and notepad that oh so diligently took down his mum's instructions. He would just keep nodding and agreeing until the lecture was over.
"It's not the end of the world; hardly. You made some progress over the summer even with all your resisting. Your mum and I know you can do even better if you actually applied yourself. I don't want to hear any of this foolishness about not wanting to try anymore and I most certainly don't want an owl from your Head of House concerning your lack of effort again." His son didn't like magic. As if anything could be worse.
Yes dad." Only his sister seemed to be as quiet as himself, no doubt trying not to cry. She'd snuck into his room the night before when she was meant to be sleeping, begging him not to go away for so long again. As if he had a choice.
If only he could stay home. That one girl he'd met suggested muggle schooling but he was much too scared of how badly his dad would blow up if he mentioned such a thing. It would simply be another year of suffering in stubborn silence. Was it June yet?
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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