Harry sat in the maths classroom of his school, bored as usual. The work was easy but he had to pretend it was hard for him to do. That way maybe Harry would only get one beating when he got back to Number 4 Privet Drive that evening. Instead of doing his math problems like everyone else, Harry was sat watching the squirrels running across the trees, dreaming of being as free as them.
"HARRY POTTER"
This is what broke him out of his reverie, Mrs Cook yelling, not the most pleasant of alarms...
"GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT! YOU LAZY CHILD!"
Harry stood up from his desk with a sigh and walked out of the classroom allowing the door to slam shut behind him.
5 minutes later Mrs Cook walked out of the classroom, fury clear on her face, "Why do you never do the work boy?"
Harry stood for a while... pondering how to explain the situation to her, the thoughts running through his head couldn't be voiced, if he did try and explain his reasoning behind not doing the work Mrs Cook would be sacked and Harry would have been beaten extremely when he returned 'home'. Harry settled for pretending he didn't know the work and so didn't try to do it.
"Well... You see Mrs Cook, the work is just too hard! I can't do it, and I know that if I try I'll just fail at it... So I don't see the point in even trying"
Mrs Cook then sent Harry back in to the classroom, telling him that a letter would be sent to the Dursley's telling them about his laziness and lack of manners to people in positions of authority. This of course greatly worried Harry, if he got a letter home there was a large possibility that the Dursley's wouldn't allow him to eat for a week. Unknown to Harry, his magic was responding to his spiralling emotions, in a gust of wind Mrs Cook's ginger hair (think Tim Minchin ginger) turned bright blue!
Harry got the feeling the letter home was going to be the least of his worries when Mrs Cook walked back into class...