Impervious
Prompt: Parallel
He placed another line next to the other twenty-five. Twenty of them—now twenty-one—were all perfectly parallel, the only difference was their thickness—a result of the poor quill he used. The remaining five lines were all diagonal, placed across four of the parallel lines, representing each five-day mark.
Twenty-six days it had been. Twenty-six days since he had personally handed his letter to Headmistress McGonagall. It was done in a public place; no one could dispute the fact that he hadn't tried. If he survived to the end of the year, he intended to take his situation to court. It would be a battle, but he was a Hufflepuff, the work didn't discourage him, nor the fact that he would have to fight with every tooth and nail to get his plea heard by the Wizengamot in the first place.
He would study to be a lawyer. He would know everything there was to know about the law and he would get the ridiculous treatment stopped.
He was disappointed. He believed McGonagall to be fair. She had always been firm, but he trusted her to do the right thing.
He was an idiot.