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A/N: Drabble 37 - Oct 7th. As you may guess I was on a train and slightly bored.
Bored
Harry was bored. Really, really, really bored. Slightly twitchy bored. The type of bored where you get the urge to set something on fire just to alleviate the monotony.
Harry was alone. Of course this was due to a mixture of choice (the Gryffindors were being obnoxious) and circumstance (he had been called home for the holiday). Really what was he supposed to do now?
Alone and bored. So not a good combination.
Harry adjusted his position where he lay in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. Already he could feel a twitch developing in his eye.
B.O.R.E.D.
It was in moments like these that Harry truly wished he had let the Hat sort him into Slytherin, at least then he would have a proper excuse to follow him home.
