The bell rang, shrieking, and when Professor Carina addressed the class for the lesson's conclusion, she found himself interrupted by a booming voice occupying the corner of the Divination classroom:
"Honestly, crystal ball morphology cannot even apply to my future career! Useless subject" a rambunctious teenager expressed, just as Professor Carina completed his explanation in the ending notes. The professor then pivoted the conversation, focusing each piercing eye on the outspoken student:
"Mr. Black, I would like to speak to you after class."
The boy cursed under his breath, pushed back his chair, gathered his belongings, and dragged himself to the front desk where his fate remained undecided. As he walked, Regulus Black portrayed his careless, stubborn tendencies. He possessed an olive angular face, perfectly swept brown-black hair, and for the past few months, a shadow permanently surrounded his eyes. He awaited for the scolding he knew he deserved, but still projected a resistive force against the lecture he was to receive.
"Mr. Black, while I do take trust in the freedom of speech, your actions this past week impede on my first impression. Yes, even in the past, I have taken note of your disagreements with the art of Divination; however, throughout these past lessons you've displayed a lack of motivation, and do not take any steps to paying attention in class. We, faculty of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, expect a great deal from our students, and these standards place you and I in a difficult situation. To this day you have not completed the additional credit assignment the rest of your peers were eager to do," Professor Carina began.
"But Professor I thought it was simply additional -"
"Indeed the assignment was labeled as additional credit; however, this does not mean you had the option not to complete it, especially with the average "E" you are receiving Mr. Black." countered the professor without a moment of pause. Gazing intently back at Regulus she continued,"You are to complete the extra credit assignment this evening or I shall contact the Headmaster regarding your disrespectful behavior. Are we understood?"
And without waiting for a response Professor Carina rose from the demonstration table and began aimlessly preparing for his next lecture. Regulus Black sauntered out of the divination classroom and to his next class which was located in the far end of Hogwarts. Predicting his own tardiness, Regulus did not quicken his pace; he rather walked slowly, reevaluating his situation.
Regulus could feel the anger, the need for revenge, brewing in every fiber of his body. Professor Carina clearly misunderstood his lack of energy as an insult, when in fact, today's seventy minute class period was the only time he managed to stay awake. From keeping up with Malfoy and his cousin Bella in their assignments to cramming in homework in the early spare morning hours, Regulus felt as though he was losing this never-ending battle. He was not carelessly throwing away his future; he was simply tired of the repetition that plagued each day. Bells, notes, and a supplemental assignment: He could predict every minute of his day. And if he was able to do this why did he remain in school? There were certainly other callings awaiting him. The shrieking bell rang once again, this time signaling Regulus' tardiness. Releasing his grasp on the bundle of notebooks in his hands, and thus resulting a thunderous boom, Regulus Black thrusted his hand over his ears, attempting to contain himself.
Enough was enough.