Neo Holm was tired of the abuse of Durmstrang. Day after day the verbal abuse from not only the professors but from the students as well. Insulting him and his family, the almost daily fights, the constant ridicule of his body. He admitted that he wasn't exactly perfect but he wasn't some out of shape slob either. Nevertheless he was tired of it all. The water now lapped quietly at his scuffed leather boots giving each of them a small kiss before returning into the ocean. He could feel the crunch of sand and pebbles, course under foot. The moon glared brilliantly against the murk of the black water. Neo took a long breathe in before finally releasing it in a huff. He slowly got up from his position on the beach front. The wind gently caressing his body as its warmth blew past. The enubåt submarine bobbed next to the old dock he had become so used to. He took one final look back at the hell he had called home for the past two years. A proud anger suddenly overtook him. All of that rot could die alone for all he cared, he was finally going to escape the torment. He twirled his wand, muttered a small spell in his native Swedish tongue and the hatch slowly spun finally creaking open. Neo looked around making sure no one had been watching him. Feeling the calmness of the night and lack of any hostility he jumped down the hatch onto his worn red leather seat. The hatch swooped down and the sub slowly decompressed into the depths. A cool relief washed over him in waves of pure pleasure. Some knobs and switches were flipped and the lights of the enubåt flashed on with a poof. A small group of redfish scattered from the bright rays. He slowly sank lower and lower into the depths as the engine warmed up. Finally the engines had come to full power and Neo zoomed through the murky depths of the ocean to his relief, Hogwarts.
