Here Again Like Always |Faith|
Oct 11, 2014 2:21:23 GMT
Post by Evan Alexander Potter on Oct 11, 2014 2:21:23 GMT
Without having to think about where he wanted to go, Evan found himself unconsciously walking towards the Astronomy Tower. The only place he felt that was a safe haven for him. He had heard of the clock tower story so many times that he didn't want to be anywhere near that side of the school at all. He just sat there when he arrives, a wooden box had always been there from his first year up til now. It didnn't contain anything inside and since then, Evan had used it as a chair for whenever he was there. Evan then began to contemplate on his life again. He was too broody to be a Gryffindor really. Evan had known it before he even got sorted into the house. He was an anomaly of that house . He was already different from his father and mother as it is. His older brother and sister weren't even as careful really, his brother especially. He had been told once that he was like his Uncle Albus when he was off to attend Hogwarts the first time. But Evan knew that it was different now. He was different.
As he thought more of how weird he was, a faint sound of footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Evan sighed. He wondered who it was and what he/she needed. He still had two hours before curfew and Evan never missed curfew. Ever since he came, he had never gotten into trouble, never got deducted points for some odd reason or another, and he never got caught doing anything that would break the rules... or should he say, bend the rules? The stories of his legendary grandfather was all that he grew up with. Of how the famed Boy-Who-Lived was always in trouble with the teachers and his two best friends with him all the time, Evan remembered his conversations with the portrait professors, especially with one Severus Snape. Evan had heard how his grandfather was horrible at Potions which was Evan best class really, followed by Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Charms, Transfiguration, THEN DADA. Yup, he was the only Potter he knew who sucked at DADA.
The footsteps ended and the door swung open. Evan didn't even need to turn and look at who came. He knew that one look at him and they would go away because he was always the last person to get picked on because he wouldn't do anything and because he was a Potter.
As he thought more of how weird he was, a faint sound of footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Evan sighed. He wondered who it was and what he/she needed. He still had two hours before curfew and Evan never missed curfew. Ever since he came, he had never gotten into trouble, never got deducted points for some odd reason or another, and he never got caught doing anything that would break the rules... or should he say, bend the rules? The stories of his legendary grandfather was all that he grew up with. Of how the famed Boy-Who-Lived was always in trouble with the teachers and his two best friends with him all the time, Evan remembered his conversations with the portrait professors, especially with one Severus Snape. Evan had heard how his grandfather was horrible at Potions which was Evan best class really, followed by Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Charms, Transfiguration, THEN DADA. Yup, he was the only Potter he knew who sucked at DADA.
The footsteps ended and the door swung open. Evan didn't even need to turn and look at who came. He knew that one look at him and they would go away because he was always the last person to get picked on because he wouldn't do anything and because he was a Potter.
well her and Aud can be besties what is she like