*pushes the dorm open, seeing him do that* As much as I agree with your revising techniques, they tend not to be that effective.
*scrunches up his nose* I hate revising… why won’t it all…
*flops back on the bed* Home was awful..
What happened?
Father just explained everything.. Grandfather banged on about how it was such a honour.. On paper, she’s the perfect girl Al. Blonde, French, quarter Veela.. *sighs*
I see… Did you meet her?
Not yet.. She goes to Beauxbatons, couldn’t get the time off.
But they made you come home? *shakes his head*
He just wanted to talk. It was.. probably for the best..
Did you try to tell him this isn’t what you want?