"Theo, my name is THEO," he said, eyeing up the Professor. "My daddy named me Theo after him. Use my given name not my inherited one." He didn't like the Professor anymore. He was rude. "I wasn't giving you anaecdotes. I was telling you how to count. There is a difference." He could feel an anger collecting inside of him. Only one, which he had previously felt for his sister.
"I have spent my life doing what I have been told. And now I want to do things my way," he glared. Wow the anger was bringing another side out of him, and it didn't look good. "My sister tells me what to do. And I do it. My mummy and daddy tell me what to do. And I do it."
"I tried out for the quidditch team. Something I have done since my first year, and my girlfriend wouldn't even put me on the team." Ok his rant was over now. He hoped. He had turned into something, that he wasn't used to. He had suddenly gotten older. Ewww. Old was bad. Especially if you looked like Kazi.
He picked up the spell book. There were alot of spells in there. He flicked through. What would be useful in getting the bones out? Ah ha. He stopped on a page, and left it open on the desk. He pulled out his wand and poked at the pellets. Hopefully they would fall apart and he could just pick the bones up. Nope there was no chance of that happening. Hmmmm.
Oh a question. He could ask his original one now, "Where is the Divination Classroom?"
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all  Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |