 He still thinks he's in trouble even though he knows he isn't Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
The face Brandon made when Professor Carton told him to stay late after class was the face of a boy who'd had a really hurtful violin teacher for several years. He really liked and respected his transfiguration professor, but he hated staying late after class. He couldn't get the face of his violin tutor and his father out of his head and thinking about that and- and-
The walk to Professor Carton's office was slower than it should have been. He'd had plenty of time to really freak out compose himself until he looked more normal and less afraid, because he wasn't getting in trouble so there was really no reason for that. Given the fact that the professor was expecting him, he didn't take the time to fill out the usual form, and instead knocked twice on the door.
"I didn't mean to go against your instructions or be disrespectful," he said from outside. He didn't even know what it was he wanted to do. It was so silly to be upset about hurting an defenseless inanimate object, and yet here he was still feeling upset about it. He ran an anxious hand through his hair, messing it all up. What's wrong with me? |