Sorry, I'm too lazy to respond to comments right now XD

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The Mopey Prefect

"Oh my GOD you are so lame!"

Ezra had managed to sneak herself into his room once again, but Cale was not in the mood to respond to her. Not now. Not ever. His whole life had gone all wrong.

He had been in his room ever since he stormed out of the Alley, and come straight into his room and sulked. He had left his bed only to go to the bathroom. He hadn't eaten in twelve hours, but he didn't care. He couldn't feel the pain from his hunger anyways. He was too depressed.

"Alright, do you know what normal people do during a breakup?" Ezra demanded, stomping over to his window and yanking open the blinds. Cale groaned and turned over in his bed and threw the bedspread over his head. Ezra could be nice at times, but mostly it was when he was too depressed to be messed with. It threw off her whole day. So, of course, her reasoning was selfish, as usual.

"They go and they talk it over," she explained, yanking the covers off his head. Gah. Why was she being overly persistant today?

"No, I don't want to. She hates me, she's never going to forgive me," he mumbled, pulling the cover over his head again.

Of course, his step sister was not about to be stopped that easily. "SERIOUSLY. You're flipping driving me insane. You look awful too. Get up, shower, and go make up with your stupid girlfriend so you'll stop being all mopey!" she yelled.

Cale rolled his eyes and got out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He turned to the mirror as Ezra stormed angrily from the room and winced. His hair was a mess, he hadn't shaved in a bit, and he definitely did need to shower. Maybe Ezra was actually right for a change...maybe he could repair the damage he had caused.

Well, to be fair, he hadn't caused all of it. Evolette had caused a good chunk, Anna had been at fault once or twice, and Nico had DEFINITELY been a huge factor in the fight they had just had.

After he showered and put on clean clothes, he made sure he looked totally perfect before heading out. After all, Anna might be as depressed as he was. He had felt like crying.

He hadn't, though. Cause boys don't cry. Especially Cale Newell.

But as he left his house and headed for Diagon Alley, he couldn't calm the uneasy feeling in his stomach that the year ahead was NOT going to be a very easy one.