Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 17:43:09 GMT -5
Destrane was in a rage. He paced within his room, wand out, tearing at the images on the walls. Books went flying and glass shattered as his temper raged. The boy was sick of Hogwarts and all that were involved with it. The professors drove him crazy, the students were idiots, and there was nothing there that he didn't already know. Sure, he recieved detentions here and there for bad conduct, but he always came to in the end and never once did his grades decrease. By this time, Destrane didn't see why he needed to go to school, Voldemort and Bella taught him all the time.
The boy walked over to his bed and flipped the mattress off of the frame, watching with cold eyes as it ripped and tore. He then turned and walked over to his dresser, grabbing a photo of all the professors from Hogwarts. Muttering a spell under his breath, the object became encased by flames and he watched disapassionately as it turned to ash. Nothing seemed to stop the darkness that was threatening to overwhelm him at the moment.
The boy walked over to his bed and flipped the mattress off of the frame, watching with cold eyes as it ripped and tore. He then turned and walked over to his dresser, grabbing a photo of all the professors from Hogwarts. Muttering a spell under his breath, the object became encased by flames and he watched disapassionately as it turned to ash. Nothing seemed to stop the darkness that was threatening to overwhelm him at the moment.
