Post by Idris Gawain Anario-Knight on May 31, 2021 17:08:22 GMT -7
October 23 2015
Sixth year, two more to go. Every part of Idris didn't want to be here. He was alone, he had no one. He had received news last year that his mother had passed. The only reason he was still going to the stupid school was because graduation was her dyeing wish. He had just come from his head of house where they talked about his after school plan. The thing was, he didn't really have one. And his grades were barely enough to get into NEWT level classes. Everything was going wrong, nothing was working out. In uniform he stormed down the halls. Something inside of him begging for chaos. He knew the best way to feel better was to see someone else hurt. He had found his unfortunate prey around the corner. It was a kid he had picked on before. One year younger, and such an easy target. Most kids were wary of him because of his last name.
Picking a fight was easy. And once the fight began, there was no stopping him, a sadistic smile on his face with ever hit that connected with the younger student. This hadn't been their first fight, and he was confident it wouldn't be their last. It did go on longer than normal. That was probably because of the hour. There were less students and teachers wondering the halls. But in time, the fight was stopped. Each boy worse off. They were escorted to the hospital wing for some good patching up. Detention was expected to commence after they were physically well enough to do whatever punishment the witnessing teacher saw fit. He lay on the bed. Ever breath was painful. His arm in a sling, set to not move. "You know, if you had been a good doggie, and played dead, we wouldn't be here." He stubbornly said, not even looking at the younger kid. Deep down he knew that he had started it, and he had just as much blame to take as Rhys did. But he wasn't in the mood to admit that.
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