eh. i got bored, okay? oh, and it was originally 100 lines that they had to write, but i got sick of typing i must follow school rules over and over.
It was only my third week at Hogwarts, and I had already gotten detention. "You'll be doing some lines today, Mr. Malfoy. ' I must follow school rules.' 50 times." Professor McGonagall told me sternly. I nodded and she turned to the boy with the messy hair and glasses standing next to me.
" And the same for you Mr. Potter. 50 times."
She directed us to two desks, one in front of the other. I sat down in the second desk. Albus Potter, a fellow Slytherin, took a seat in the front desk.
McGonagall sat in the large mahogany chair behind her desk, pulled out a thick book, and began reading.
I sighed heavily and pulled out a quill and some parchment.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
How did I even end up in here? I thought angrily. Albus did start the fight. I was just staring into space, not really paying attention to where I was looking, and he says that I was staring at his cousin Rose. Which I wasn't.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
Albus always acts like he has to be soo protective of her. When someone looks at her wrong, he has to freak out. If I were her, I would've already beat some sense into him.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
And he could've at least attacked me when there were no teachers around. What a moron. His mother is a Weasley, after all. I rubbed the bruise forming on my jaw before continuing.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I hope Rose has enough sense in her to confront him for doing this. But not in the middle of the Great Hall with every student and teacher in the room. How can the son of Harry Potter be so stupid?
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
How does his family even put up with him? And the teachers all fawn over him, too. He's such an arrogant jerk.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I bet I'm going to finish this before him, too. He's probably taking 'extra special care' with his handwriting so it looks like he cares more about what he did to make McGonagall go easier on him.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I must follow school rules.
I looked up for the first time since I started writing. Potter was still sitting in the desk in front of me, slowly dragging his quill across the paper. Heh. I guess I was right. What a kiss up.
heh. even if i love albus's character, it's still fun to rant at him.