Grounded
I can't believe this.
He looked around the room with a sense of disdain and look of disgust.
I simply cannot believe this.
His crossed his arms, trying to decide what to do. He stood up, his feet padding against the floor boards as he paced. His eyes scanned the room, hoping that something would jump out at him, something to pass the time.
I can't believe I'm grounded – I mean, I barely even did anything.
James huffed as he looked out the window, finding his siblings and cousins flying around, laughing jovially as they played. He watched Hugo perform an almost perfect wronksy feint, and as Dominique caught the quaffle as it almost soared past her through the goals.
He had given up hope of arguing his way out of the grounding, his mother showing no signs of giving up. She had received a nicely packaged letter from Headmistress McGonagall, which was quite a bit thicker than he had expected, of all the wrong-doings he had committed throughout the term. She had stared at him, going through every item in her mind.
I mean, it's not like I'm the first troublemaker of my family, he thought. I have heard so many stories of Uncle George and his brother, countless of my grandfather and Teddy's dad. Not to mention the blue headed scoundrel himself.
James huffed as he sat back on his bed. I guess it's because none of them had my mum as a mother, he thought with a little sigh. I'm just going to have to work on not getting caught next term.
A/N: Words – 265
Potions #2 - Extra Credit: Write about someone being grounded.