Post by Logan Kings on Jul 3, 2009 23:59:37 GMT
Logan hissed in frustration as he swatted his book at the clusters of Ravenclaws surrounding him. For some reason, they always wanted to help him out. The Dumb Raven. Was it pity? Amusment? Or pride? He didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. He was sick of this.
"Git, you bloomin' buzzards!" He shouted, standing, and knocking his chair over with a bang. He swung the book once more, and hit a fourth year over the head. Would this insanity never end?
He pushed his way past the ever growing crowd, and snarled at any who dare look at him closer than he would have wanted to. This not working, he pulled the wand from his belt loop. "Seriously, unless you're a target, MOVE!"
This provided the reaction he had been hoping for. There was a sudden path, and Logan took it. It wasn't long before he tore up the stairs and lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. How had he ended up in here? He would have preferred being a HufflePuffer. It would've been better than this...this...ugh!
He couldn't even come up with a good enough word. Seriously. Who the hell decided he should be here?
The stupid hat, Kings He thought to himself. "Screw this, I'm outta here! Accio Broom!" The long, fairly battered and used broom zoomed his way and he hopped on. Pulling open his window, he ducked out, and flew into the open air, still faintly irritated.
(Took this long, and it still sucks)
"Git, you bloomin' buzzards!" He shouted, standing, and knocking his chair over with a bang. He swung the book once more, and hit a fourth year over the head. Would this insanity never end?
He pushed his way past the ever growing crowd, and snarled at any who dare look at him closer than he would have wanted to. This not working, he pulled the wand from his belt loop. "Seriously, unless you're a target, MOVE!"
This provided the reaction he had been hoping for. There was a sudden path, and Logan took it. It wasn't long before he tore up the stairs and lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. How had he ended up in here? He would have preferred being a HufflePuffer. It would've been better than this...this...ugh!
He couldn't even come up with a good enough word. Seriously. Who the hell decided he should be here?
The stupid hat, Kings He thought to himself. "Screw this, I'm outta here! Accio Broom!" The long, fairly battered and used broom zoomed his way and he hopped on. Pulling open his window, he ducked out, and flew into the open air, still faintly irritated.
(Took this long, and it still sucks)
