Sorry this one's so short…but I wrote it during history and there wasn't much time! Another coming!
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The boy stumbled down the path leading to the lake, furious with himself- and with all of the others who had been involved in the argument. His eyes glittered angrily and his jaw jutted forward slightly in the sign of a sulk. His cheeks were flushed and hot, and he was breathing hard. A small sneer was on his face, unconsciously- but it was to be expected after the argument. His black robes billowed out around him as his feet churned up the soil underneath them.
Halfway down the path, he stopped suddenly and hung his head, slightly ashamed of his behaviour. It was so hard to act tough when all he wanted to do was to break down in tears. He had suffered so much, more than anyone knew. Could anyone blame him for feeling bitter and angry- as well as superior to others? Everyone had turned against him, and it was killing him inside.
He flicked his long hair out of his eyes, agitated at having to do this continuously. His hair had grown rather longer over the summer, but he had refused to let anyone cut it, even when taken to the muggle barbers.
Just over a year ago, he had been quite popular…with his own kind. Obviously a lot of people did not like him at all- but now people just ignored him, passing him by as if they did not care for him- and it was true that they did not.
He no longer needed a 'gang' of friends behind him- he worked alone. He still talked, but much less, and had become far more withdrawn from the world.
He took out his wand from inside his robes and began to polish it on the front of them. Sparks shot out from the end- red, green, yellow, blue and back to green.
He smiled, satisfied, and pocketed his wand again.
Sighing, he rose to his feet and continued down the path, a little less angry than he had been before.