A new atory

The five students fell into silence, focusing exclusively on their breakfast until they were all finished and ready to leave. Professor McGonagall had given them their schedules for the upcoming school year and was quick to tell them to hurry up. Their first class of the day was transfiguration, which all five of them took.
‘She’s really enthusiastic, isn’t she?’ Dohyun asked with a laugh as they passed through the open oak doors, heading up a set of stairs. They took a left turn into the corridor at the end of the steps and continued forward, eventually finding themselves in the classroom. The professor stood in front of the board at the far end, writing something on the black surface with the help of her wand. She didn’t even look over when the five Gryffindors sat down two and two, leaving one of them to sit by himself.
Since Dohyun rarely paid much attention during any kind of class, he decided he might as well sit alone. What did it matter? He slowly made his way over to the desk closest to the far end window, almost ending up strolling right onto Cora-San.
‘Why on earth are you sitting on the floor?’ He exclaimed, slightly startled. Had he just forgotten to pay attention? Even though he didn’t expect to see anyone sitting on the floor drawing, he should’ve still been able to watch where he stepped.
‘I have an idea’, he continued and sat down by the window, leaning back against the back of the chair. ‘Why don’t you sit on a chair by a desk, like a normal human being?’ He proposed and gave the other student a rather nasty look. Wearing makeup like that, sitting on the floor..it was as if he was begging for attention. That probably wasn’t the reason, but in that moment, that was exactly what came to Dohyun's mind.

After glaring at Cora-San for another couple of seconds, he reluctantly turned his gaze towards the window instead. It was raining outside and the cloud was covered in dark clouds, making everything feel a hundred times more depressed. He always became extra irritated and beat when the full moon was approaching, something he couldn’t really do anything about. It came and went, just as always. There were still a couple of days until it became nice and round, but he could still feel the skin crawling due to its presence. Damn, now he wouldn’t be able to concentrate at all, even though it would’ve helped him out a lot. Dohyun wasn’t necessary a bad student, however that’s what his grades leaned towards. This far he was flunking in almost every single subject.

Cora-San wasn't surprised seeing that he had ended up drawing Law, he often did when he didn't payed attention. But we'll his brother was always on his mind one way or another. It was ridiculous how he couldn't move on, but we'll Alexis had seen to that. He had seen to a lot of things, things he would never get rid off. At this time he had just learned to roll with it, knowing he couldn't change it. Once again he felt like laughing over the whole situation, but he hindered himself, seeing that the rest of the class got there, or at least the Gryffindor ones. He didn't pay attention, well not until Dohyun almost walked into him, and for some fucking reason gave him a nasty look. What the hell was his problem? Cora-San had done nothing, yet this idiot gave him this looks.

"No one was here, so I chose the floor, liking it. But excuse me princess for not putting up a sign and warning you about me present" he snorted as he grabbed his drawing equipment and cup. He was about to stand up and place himself in the other side of the room, faraway from Dohyun, but he saw that the Slytherin's entered, making that plan impossible and he placed himself on the chair next to the idiot. He drew the last lines on Laws face, hating to leave it unfinished, before he closed it. He threw at a glance at Dohyun, seeing he was staring out the window for some reason. Cora-San didn't say anything as McGonagall looked at them, clearly ready to begin.

"Today we are going to study the theory of turning an object, into something living as an animal or plant." She started and Cora-San had to admit it sounded interesting. Few things did, but this did, and he wasn't a bad student so he wouldn't struggle, but it was even easier when he liked the subject.
"Open the book and read the first two chapters, before we continue on to wand movements"
Cora-San opened the book, and began reading.

Princess, really? Cora-San somehow coughed up the courage to call Dohyun princess, something the latter would definitely not allow to pass without any reaction. The narrow eyes locked onto the other student, staring at him filled to the brim with murder. Luckily for him, McGonagall was currently giving the class some instructions, however as soon as she finished up there would be blood. Okay, maybe not literally, but he had to do something.
While the other students focused on their books, the seventeen year old continued to look out the window, following the small streams of water travelling down the glass. The shy was lit up by bolts of lightning multiple times and the thunder tumbled in the far distance. Damn, it’d had been real cozy to snuggle up in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Preferably with a cup of tea and Kun rolled up in his lap. For a moment of time, this exact thought allowed him to loose all connections with reality. At least until he found himself digging down his sharp nails into Cora-Sans open book, clawing deep into many layers of pages.
Once again Dohyun found himself staring at the other student, giving him an extremely murderous look as the nails travelled further down the pages. At the same time, a rather wicked smile plastered itself onto his otherwise inviting lips, baring the slightly pointy teeth as his head fell to the side.
‘Call me princess again and I’ll tear you to pieces..maybe wear your intestines as a necklace and eating your stupid ass face’, he growled before pulling his hand back to his side, allowing him to cross both of them over his chest.

Almost immediately after the threatening couple of words, he regretted his actions. How stupid can one be? Really? Dohyun kept in a deep sigh and looked down onto his knees instead, trying really hard not to apologise. No one called him princess and that was a basic fact. So why should he apologise? Right, he shouldn’t. No, no, no, don’t even consider it you dumbass softie.
He took a long, deep breath, trying to focus on the pages in his own book. Nope, apparently it wasn’t going to happen. Mostly because the professor had begun speaking again, but also because he couldn’t focus for shit.

Cora-San had been concentrating on the words, forgetting about the world around him, for once, when Dohyun suddenly acted. He heard how the paper got destroyed, just as he saw how the idiot next to him had sunk his nail into the pages. Why on earth would he destroy his textbook? What made the other man act like that? Who even did that? Sure that the other one was angry was clear, but destroying a book? Not that Cora-San cared about the book, he could easily by another one, and it had no value to him. If it had been his drawing, he would have flipped on the other man, most likely trying to threw him outside the window, but it was because Law's drawings would be destroyed as well. But now he was just puzzled, until the other one spoke.

At first Cora-San just blinked, surprised that the other man even said something like that. He didn't knew him, and he had understood that Dohyun had trouble containing his temper, but a death threat? Well it wasn't something that he would ever accept from the other one. But as he grasped the words, understanding what the other one had said, he started laughing, not really a warm one, but he still laughed, making people turn towards them. Cora-San couldn't help it, the other ones threat was so silly, and far from scary.
"Well at least death would be something new" he said between the laughs as McGonagall walked over to them, giving him another concerned look.
"Cora-San?" she asked in a more gentle voice than she normally had, making the others study them with very curious eyes, until the professor commanded them to return to their books. Cora-San tried to collect himself, and he did manage when the professor placed a hand on his shoulder, and he gave her a cold look. How did she even dare to try to console him. She understood that something snapped inside him, remembering him of his childhood, seeing all the teachers knew, but she wasn't there, and she had no reasons to offer him some comfort now. "What happened?"

"Dohyun was just funny" he answered coldly, and the older lady sighed.
"I am sending you to Pomfrey" she stated and Cora-San gave her a cold look, perfect, the stupid old lady would try to talk to him, something he didn't wish for. "And you Mr Park, whatever you did, don't do it again"
She turned from both of them, returning to class, as Cora-San collected his things and left the classroom, knowing he needed to go to the nurse, McGonagall would walk to her later on, confirming that he was there.

He ignored the looks he got from his classmates as he closed the door and walked to the infirmary. His steps echoed as he walked alone, soon reaching his goal, he entered, feeling he wished to get it over as fast as possible, having no desire to drag it out. Pomfrey left her office, looking at him.
"What happened this time? Can't remember they ever sending you here during class, or this early in the semester" she pointed out, also softer than normally. He hated it, how they all tried to be kind and soft to him! None of them had the rights to do that, and he wasn't interested in it either. He only walked past her, into her office and placed himself in the chair, knowing he would sit there until she gave up and let him go again.

As Cora-San left the classroom, Dohyun couldn’t help but stare after him. A couple of moments later, he raised his gaze towards the professor only to quickly lower it again. He knew he shouldn’t had said anything like that, how it was very dumb and right in the brink to being ridiculous. In hindsight it was just that, especially since he could never hurt a fly even if he wanted.
‘I’m sorry’, he eventually mumbled and opened up his own book, hastily as to avoid any further scolding. It seemed to work out quite well and professor McGonagall soon left him, venturing to the other side of the classroom. After that, nothing much happened during the lesson time. The four other boys from Gryffindor sent sceptical glances over at Dohyun, but other than that everything moved on peacefully until the end of the class.
However as soon as he stepped foot outside of the open door, where the rest of the students had disappeared into the corridor, he was bombarded by questions from his friends. Tony looked slightly concerned, Oliver surprised and Cole weary. Jesus, was it really that big of a deal?
‘What was that even?’ The fourth and final member of the little group - Marcus - wondered.
‘What was what?’ Dohyun quickly replied, throwing his bag over his shoulder as he started to walk down the otherwise empty corridor.
‘You know, the I'm going to rip you to pieces and eat your face part’, Oliver clarified with an amused look, clearly not too disturbed over what had happened an hour ago.
‘Oh that? Well, you already know I have a really bad temper’, the white haired boy explained, in an effort to somewhat justify his actions. It probably didn’t help for shit, but it was better than staring to panic and confess the entire truth.
‘You don’t say?’ Cole snorted and shook his head. ‘Many people think the people in Slytherin are prone to staring fights..but damn, they haven’t seen your stupid ass in action obviously’, he continued and laughed briefly, before the little group turned a corner and headed down the stairs. Their next class was potion making with professor Slughorn, and after that they had a lunch break.

Just as three of the boys started making their way down the last couple of stairs, this time a spiral one in metal, Tony pulled Dohyun aside. Thereafter he shoved him into an empty, narrow walkway. Okay, time to be scolded again. The other student had always taken on the motherly roll, keeping his friends in line the best he could. That was probably the main reason he was head prefect of the year.
‘Bad temper? That was more than just bad temper’, he whispered through the dark, giving the slightly taller boy an indecisive look. ’Something’s going on and it’s more than just your disastrous temperament’, he continued and crossed his arms over his chest, not taking the blue eyes off of his friend.
‘No, just like I said last year..I'm totally fine’, Dohyun insisted, stubbornly looking down at his feet, feeling as the blood rushed up to his cheeks. Goddammit, why was he such a bad liar? Not that Tony hadn’t already figured it out, but he couldn’t even try to convince the clever student in front of him! Now it was just too obvious.
‘I’m not..uhh..if you don’t want to talk about it and prefer to deny what i think it is, in okay with that’, Tony said and shook his head in disappointment. ‘Just know the other one’s probably won’t take it as well as I’m doing.’
And with those words he left Dohyun alone in the narrow, dark corridor, leaving for potions class without him. Fuck. Was he going to loose all of his friends now? They were already few, so that wouldn’t be anything less than heartbreaking. Literally. Without them, nothing was especially good in his life.

They did like they always did, and he wondered if Pomfrey got as sick of it as he did? Like her stupid questions would change anything, like they would make him feel better? He felt like it was more for their sake, than his. It was an attempt to feel better themselves, trying to help him, fix him. But he didn't want their help, he didn't wish to be fixed. So he stayed silent, not answering any of her questions, he never did, just waiting for her to stop asking them. She was a stranger and he didn't wish to tell her anything, and also his father had told him, never tell anyone. Well Alexis was dead, and he shouldn't listen to him, but he couldn't hinder himself. some instructions and things was still there. Like all of his wounds, he still had marks on his back from the whip his father liked to use. He had a scar, on his waist, from where he got stabbed, and so many mores. But he didn't care about them, it wasn't things that affected him as much as Alexis instructions. He tried to be free from them, and it was easier since the man was dead, not punishing him for failing, but some things really stuck with him.

"Mr Rosinante" Pomfrey said, she had learned that he hated his family name, closing down even more, when she used it. But she refused using his nickname, saying it wasn't right to encourage such things, at this point he had stopped caring about it, at least when it came to her, feeling it wasn't worth the fight. "You are free to go. Just remember that my office is always open for you"
Cora-San didn't answer her as he took his bag, and left. He actually wondered what she would do if he came there on his own, and told her everything. He guessed she wouldn't be able to handle it. For a second he thought of doing that, just for the fun of it, but he knew he would never do that.

He left the hospital wing, starting walking towards his next lesson. He knew that they had already begun, but missing all of it, well he didn't really had an excuse for it, not really, so he started walking downstairs, far from pleased. He never liked potion class, most likely because his father liked it, and he also loved poison, making him hate those things even more. But he did what he had to, at least he would get lunch after that, something he was really pleased with.

As he opened the door, Slughorn and most of the others turned towards him.
"Come and join us" Slughorn gave him a big smile, as he always did. Cora-San knew that the man wanted to collect him, but he refused, not that it hindered the man. "Take a seat where ever you feel my boy. You are a bit to late to start the potion, but you can at least write it down"
Cora-San didn't answer, as he placed himself in a corner, almost in the shadows, and since he didn't get schooled, his classmates seemed really disappointed at. He didn't cared about that, as he grabbed his book and started writing down the recipe, without really concentrating.

He could hear how some of his classmates was whispering about him, wondering about his reactions before, but he knew that none of them would ask him about it, something he was really pleased with. He didn't wish for any questions or anything, and if they thought of him as crazy, and stayed away even better.

As the class passed he soon heard the bell ring and he left, before the others, not needing to really collect his things and he went to the great hall. Skipping breakfast had made him hungry, and he needed to eat something to stay awake, just like he needed more coffee. He sat down and took a plate of mushed potatoes, finding that they were easy to eat, and he was feeling lazy. As he sat there, he grabbed a book from his bag, getting reminded that he needed to get a new book in transfiguration, seeing that Dohyun destroyed his, something he still was a bit surprised with, but he stopped thinking about it, as he started reading.

Dohyun was supposed to be in class for the following two hours, but instead he had sunken down onto the cold stone floor, where he sat for more than just two hours. What Tony had told him made him feel right on the brink to ill, sick in his stomach and even nauseous. No way he’d be able to eat now, even though his entire body screamed for food. The days before the full moon were always really strange. He wasn’t able to control himself from time to time, he seemed to be a lot more hungry and never felt either awake or asleep. Two of those three symptoms were currently very easy to spot in him for the time being, as his stomach growled unnecessarily loud and his fingers grasped at something to fiddle with. He just couldn’t sit still, not even for his own life.
It wasn’t until Tony, once again, appeared in front of Dohyun that the Gryffindor student returned back to reality. The shorter boy crouched down before him, placing his hands around the slightly rosy cheeks. Thereafter he smiled briefly, pulling back the white bangs covering the other one’s forehead.
‘I’m not going to tell anyone, I promise’, he began and met the blue-brown gaze from his friend. ‘And I’m sorry if I made it sound like that, it wasn’t my intention at all!’ He continued shortly after.
‘You’re not? Why?’ Dohyun asked, staring into the blue eyes without blinking.
‘Well there are many reasons, aren’t there?’ Tony pointed out and shook his head. ‘You’re my friend and I trust you, and always have..plus, you’ve seemed to managed it for quite awhile now and nothing has ever happened. That’s why’, he explained, letting out a mall laugh when the white haired boy pulled him into a warm hug, dragging him down onto the floor.
‘I never want to hurt any of you’, he whispered and looked blankly into the dark stone wall on the opposite side. ‘And i never will..I’d rather die actually.’

The two boys sat there on the floor for quite some time, until they eventually agreed on getting something to eat. There was still some time left to get lunch, Tony concluded, as he started pulling his friend up the many stairs.
When they finally arrived in the great hall, there were plates full of food on the four tables. Sure, it had probably been a lot more impressive if they’d arrived an hour or so ago, but it was more than enough. Dohyun has soon filled his plate with a piece of chicken, some roast beef and pork chops. Every dish containing any sort of vegetable made him gag, so he stuck with only eating meat for this specific meal. It was better to be on the safe side.
‘So what happened with Cora-San before?’ Tony wondered as he opened up his potions book, while chewing on a boiled potato.
‘He called me princess and that made me kinda snap’, the other student confessed, lowering his gaze. He still regretted his behaviour enormously and strongly wished he could take it back. However he already knew that wasn’t possible, sadly but the truth.
‘So what does that actually mean? That you like lost yourself?’ Tony asked, still looking into the open pages of the book.
‘I guess..madam Pomfrey thinks I’m interesting since my transformations tend to be unpredictable, even though that’s not a heard of thing’, Dohyun muttered and shrugged his shoulders, finishing his first piece of meat on the silver plate.
‘Anyways’, the other boy said, completely out of the blue. ‘You should apologise to him, or he’ll eventually start suspecting something’s up. Normal people don’t rip up pages like that, Dohyun’, he continued, giving him a warning glance.

So in the end they decided it would be best for Dohyun to actually apologise to Cora-San. And that was exactly what he was going to do, he concluded as he stood up and walked over to the blonde student. As usual he sat far away from all the other student by himself reading a book and eating mashed potatoes. Strange. But all that aside, he still had to make his amends.
‘Hey’, he started off, unsurely sitting down besides his fellow dorm mate. ‘I’m really sorry about your book..and if you want to, I can give you mine and take the one I ruined’, he continued and rested his cheek against his hand, looking awfully handsome for someone who looked so extremely tired and sickly. ‘Here.’ He dug down his hands into his backpack, soon thereafter pulling up his transfiguration book. Then he put it in front of Cora-San, hoping he’d take the peace offering.

He ate without really thinking about it, being sunk into the book. He had loved reading as a kid, often because his mother used to read with him, but after she died, it became a challenge. He had a hard time founding something that was interesting enough for him to make him forget about the moments with her, or like anything. He remembered as a child, he had been observed with the words, the pictures, the characters everything. He had hanged on to every word his mother read, together with Simon, sometimes they even reacted the scenes. He understood now, that his mother tried to make them forget everything Alexis did to them, and it had worked. After she died, everything got worse, and he couldn't escape to the world of books, he tried, tried to read to Law and create the same feeling his mother had been able to do, but he couldn't. It got even harder when Simon disappeared, because if he had been there, than maybe he had been able to show Law how it was when their mother were alive. But at least this book was interesting enough to make him forget about everything, until someone spoke to him.

Cora-San took his eye of the book, and soon saw Dohyun standing there. He couldn't hinder himself from wondering, how it was possible that the man spoke to him more this days than last year. Well that may be an exaggeration, but it almost felt like it. He couldn't understand why he was even standing in front of him, like why did he seek him out once more. To him, it was really strange, because everyone avoided him, no that he complained about it, no he almost complained that someone talked to him. He could of course ignore the other one, but ignoring someone that stood right in front of you, and spoke to you, well it was a bit hard. So he closed his book, waiting to know what the other one wanted.

"I would say you actions surprised me, but apologiseing, whats the point, it won't really make any difference" he started, he had moments when his father dared to apologise. It was so surrealistic, that he first used his whip, marking his back, than apologising for it. Cora-San didn't care to much, when people apologised, often feeling they did it, to make themselves feel bette. He didn't know what reason Dohyun had, maybe he actually meant it, he had destroyed his book after all.

Cora-San looked at the book the other student offered him, before he met Dohyun's eyes.
"It's fine, I can easily buy my own, so keep yours" he said as he stood up, and collected his things. "And I accept your apology"
He wasn't sure why he added the last part, well it wasn't like he refused to accept it, no it was more that he didn't believe the words, but the other one had offered him his book, so it felt like the polite thing to do. Or maybe it was because his father had forced him to accept his apologises, so maybe he accepted anyone given to him, without thinking about it. People rarely apologised to him, so he didn't really knew. And he guessed he would never know, because he doubted people would apologise to him ever again. He walked out of the great hall, to get ready for his lesson in herbology.

Dohyun was actually kind of surprised that Cora-San seemed to accept his apology, siwithout any sort of persuasion or anything. That was probably the main reason as to why he was sitting there gaping, staring at the other student with wide open eyes. Even after he stood up and walked away from the table, most likely to head towards his next lesson, there were still one brown and one blue eye following him. Had that boy ever accepted an apology before, because he himself definitely couldn’t remember. They had been staying in the same dormitory for six, ongoing seven, whole years! Well, at least he hadn’t heard him say much of anything, even less forgiving someone. So now to the most lingering question - was that necessarily a positive thing or did it mean he should be on his guard? To be completely honest he didn’t really know how to handle the answer he’d gotten, which seemingly made Tony believe their conversation had gone south.
‘So I’m guessing by your expression that it went really badly?’ He asked and sipped on his pumpkin juice, while glancing over towards his friend.
‘No, that’s what’s making me uneasy about the whole thing’, Dohyun confessed and sat down on the opposite side of the table, respective to Tony. ‘I thought he wasn’t gonna say anything when I spoke to him, but he actually did! He said he accepted my apology and then he just up and left’, he continued, looking genuinely scared. What if the fellow dorm mate snuck up on him when he was sleeping and cut off all his hair or something? Really scary stuff, things that could easily appear in his nightmare at any given moment.
‘Probably because he has herbology, you know like Cole, Oliver and Marcus do?’ Tony suggested and raised an eyebrow. ‘Don’t overthink it, okay? I’m sure he won’t come for you later’, he said and thereafter smiled briefly.

Sure of it? What if he actually did something to mess things up for Dohyun because of that stupid book thing? Even the thought of it made the student in question shiver and sweat mildly. He was already under enough stress and for some reason all he could think about was that stupid guy with that stupid clown makeup. It drove him absolutely crazy, least to say.
‘Hey, stop that!’ Tony eventually exclaimed, as he realised how the slender fingers of his friend had dug down into the white hair. ‘Dohyun, stop’, he repeated and finally managed to loosen the grip.
‘I..I’m sorry’, he mumbled and lowered his hands. ‘I guess I’m just getting stressed, you know? The full moon is just around the corner and now I’ve gotten myself into this, probable, mess’, he continued quietly, looking down onto the wooden table with tired eyes.
‘You know what? I don’t have anymore classes for today, so why don’t you skip quidditch practice for today? Let’s just head back to the common room and take it easy’, the shorter boy proposed and stood up from the table, clearly somewhat worried about his friends odd behaviour. ‘We can drink some tea and I can help you with all the homework we’ve gotten.’ Tony continued smiling and helped Dohyun to his feet, putting an arm around his shoulders before he started leading him out from the great hall. Maybe it was a good idea? No, it was a good idea. Yes, definitely.

When they arrived at the Gryffindor common room, Dohyun immediately threw himself on the soft sofa. He sank down into the cushioning quite a bit, allowing himself to snuggle up underneath a blanket. His teeth were shattering against one another and he felt ridiculously cold. It was still summer for Christ’s sake!
After another couple of minutes, Tony sat down beside him with a cup of tea in each respective hand, which he placed on the table in front of them. Then he leaned back against the soft material, looking straight at the taller boy with his eyebrows pulled tightly together.
‘Why didn’t you tell any of us before? Why did it have to take six entire years for you to admit it?’ He asked and pulled Dohyun into a warm hug, since he was obviously freezing.
‘Because I was scared’, the other one answered and shrugged his shoulders, leaning his head against Tony’s shoulder. ‘Werewolves are never, and I mean never, accepted. Maybe by some odd people, like you, but I could never be sure’, he explained and took a deep breath. ‘I didn’t want to loose my friends, even if it meant I would be lying to you..but I don’t want to be defined by it, if you understand what I mean?’

As soon as he stepped inside, he could tell that Sprout had spoken to McGonagall. She gave him a concern and gentle look and all he wanted to do at that moment was smash her head against a pot. What the fuck was wrong with all of them? Why did they care so much! He had only been here a year, it wasn't like he was their son, or nephew, who they had known their whole life. If that had been the case, then he could understand, but now? Why care so much? It wasn't like they would stay in contact after he left school this year. He felt like you didn't behaved like this, towards someone you barely knew. Because none of the knew him, they knew off him, and his story, but they didn't knew him. It wasn't like he let them, or even wanted them to know him, so it really didn't mater.

And as Sprout looked at him the way he did, once again, his classmates looked at him, with a strange look. For a second he wished he was blind, and didn't need to see them. He could tell that they wished to ask question, especially the ones he shared a dormitory with, but they didn't, maybe because Sprout hindered them, when she started talking.
"Today, we are going to groom Devil's Snare. Because they are babies, we can't use sunlight to control them. But don't worry, they can't kill you, just hurt you"
"How bad?" someone asked.
"Not bad enough to kill you" was all Sprout asked and Cora-San almost snorted, it was a stupid question, because you could be badly hurt, really badly, being near death, without dying, but he didn't comment on it. He heard how the boy started a discussion with Sprout, clearly not happy with the answer, but he soon stopped listening and turned towards his plant.

It was a small one, but still angry. Cora-San soon felt how it whipped his hand, and he looked at the red mark, but didn't care to much about it, not unlike someone else, who screamed out in pain. Cora-San didn't even thought of it as bad, and went towards the plant once more, avoiding it's whip, and cut of some of the bad brunches.
"This is impossible!" someone complained, just as one of the others screamed once more. Cora-San snorted, thinking they really didn't knew what pain was, even if he bled a bit now, it was nothing.

"Are you alright?" Sprout asked, when she appeared next to him, but he didn't answer. "McGonagall, told me that something happened"
"I am fine" he said in a cold voice as he finished his plant.
"Are you really fine?"
"I am not going to burn down the castle, if that whats worries you!" he snapped in a low voice, but the ones next to him still turned towards him.
"That wasn't what worried me"
"Whatever it is, I wish not to hear it" Sprout met his eyes, and when she could tell that she wouldn't get anything out of him, she left.

"What is wrong with you?" Dana, a Gryffindor girl asked and he turned towards her with cold eyes, but didn't answer, as he often didn't do. "Hello, I am talking to you!"
Cora-San still didn't answer, seeing no meaning, especially not something so rude.
"He is so fucking rude" Dana told Marie, her best friend and Cora-San wished to point out that they were rude, but he didn't really cared about it, as he cleaned up his working space. He looked at his marked hands and picked up his bag, soon finding some bandages, and wrapped them, hindering the bleeding. And as soon as the class left, before Sprout spoke to him once more.

He entered the tower, in a bad mood. Marie had schooled him for not answering Dana, and he had to concentrate not to hit her. He didn't care about what they thought of him, or said behind his back, but he hated when they told him. Not that he cared about that either, but when he had to listen to their shitty opinion about him, he got angry. Who did they thought they were? Speaking to him like that! Sometimes he wished they knew, at least the part about him, killing his father. Maybe they would leave him alone. But no Marie had followed him to the third floor, before she was done and left, he hoped the stairs would make her fall to her death.

He saw that Dohyun and Tony was sitting in front of the fire, but besides them, it was pretty empty in the tower, most being at dinner. He had been to angry to even get some, still was as he walked towards his bed. He stepped inside and threw his things on the bed, before he changed, needing to calm himself. He snuggled into his feather coat, before he placed himself in the window, looking out over the mountains and lit a cigarette. As soon as he took the first smoke, he felt a bit calmer. He leaned back, the blond hair covering his eyes, the coat all around him, and the cigarette in hand, life felt a bit better.