Chapter 2: Tension
"You can't do this to me! I won't go! This is ridiculous!"
"You're going, god damn it, and your father and I won't hear otherwise! You're going to Hogwarts whether you like or not! Now get to your room and pack for god's sake before you make it any worse for yourself!"
Rejection. Hate. Ryan never planned on any of this happening. He was curious, like all young witches and wizards are. Curiosity killed the cat, yes, Ryan fumed, but that cat was a dumbass who took it too far. Felix Felicis once, Draught of Peace four times, Sleeping Draught twice, Wit-Sharpening Potion once, Euphoria Potion twice, and what his parents called a "butterbeer overdose."
They're completely blowing this out of proportion, thought Ryan, they know I'm a smart kid. I'm sixteen! I know how to take care of myself. I received top marks all last year at Valianna High School of Magic. If only I could just tell them how these things helped me cope with the life they don't know about, it would change everything. They need to understand that I know where to draw the line.
Ryan mulled over all of these thoughts over the next hour as he stuffed his suitcase full of clothes. They probably wouldn't be any use to him at this Hogwarts place. From what he heard, they were forced to wear robes on every school day. "Tight-asses," he muttered to himself. With every chime of the grandfather clock downstairs came another sinking feeling. He was leaving tomorrow.
"I'm going to see my friends, Dad, I'm all packed and stuff. I'll be back later tonight," Ryan told his dad. He walked out the door, slammed it satisfyingly, and disapparated with a pop.