Ryan was lurking down at the dungeons.It's what he did most days unless he was playing his music.He had his guitar with him though.He couldn't bring his electric one with him as the speakers never worked so it was never good trying to practice.He couldn't really take all his anger out on his favorite guitar though,that would be unfair to his guitar though sometimes he felt like smashing it into a wall.He always had this anger running through him deep under the surface.At times he just felt like screaming at everyone to just leave him alone.It did work though he didn't talk to anyone except for that Jenette girl.When Danielle had come back things had gone a bit better for him,he had remembered what his old life had been like.How happy he had been but then Danielle was taken from him,left him and now he was all alone again and even more angry at the world for taking one of the only people who could help him away from him.He didn't talk to his family anymore.there constant worrying drove him up the wall,he saw why Kate starved herself and ignored them back when he was in first year.Sometimes he felt like starving himself or just doing something more radical.It was a dangerous way of living but so what?Not like anyone gave a damn.Well maybe Star would,she had tried talking to him a few times as had Sara,he hadn't seen Kate much but he knew she had enough on her plate.But he didn't care what they wanted.He just wished they would get it through their thick heads that he didn't want help,this was who he was.The hat had put him in Slytherin for a reason and he was just being what the hat had predicted her'd be.They would just have to learn that this was the way life was going to be.He wasn't going to go to any of the stupid classes,if he could run away like that Stefan fella did he would do it any day but he knew he wasn't up for it.They'd find him anyways,his parents were rich and he was sure if worst came to worst they would take down the whole of New Zealand to find him.He wouldn't be bothered going to that much effort anyways.He was fine her,skipping classes,playing his guitar and drums and lurking.It wasn't such a bad way to live,the only problem was the constant anger inside him.Anger at the stupid jerks who had caused him to turn like this.Sometimes he felt like finding them and beating them up like they did to him.
Ryan sighed and walked out of the dungeons and began the journey up to the North Tower.It would take him a little while as he wasn't as fit due to his lack of exercise.It was his own fault.He had once been very athletic but after second year he just hadn't bothered.Walking up and down the stairs usually helped him keep in some form of shape,also the whole drum thing could take quite a lot of energy also.He liked going to the North Tower,it was usually quiet and he could practice his guitar in peace and usually no one bothered him.By the time he had got to the top of the stairs he was panting a little as the guitar was not light after the amount of stairs he had just climbed.He leaned against the wall for a second and got his breath back.Then he walked up one more flight of stairs till he was at the very top of the North Tower.He had a good view of the grounds from here and per usual there was no one there to bother him.He sat down and leaned against the wall and started playing "the Man that Can't be Moved" by the script,playing the chords on his guitar
Ryan sighed and walked out of the dungeons and began the journey up to the North Tower.It would take him a little while as he wasn't as fit due to his lack of exercise.It was his own fault.He had once been very athletic but after second year he just hadn't bothered.Walking up and down the stairs usually helped him keep in some form of shape,also the whole drum thing could take quite a lot of energy also.He liked going to the North Tower,it was usually quiet and he could practice his guitar in peace and usually no one bothered him.By the time he had got to the top of the stairs he was panting a little as the guitar was not light after the amount of stairs he had just climbed.He leaned against the wall for a second and got his breath back.Then he walked up one more flight of stairs till he was at the very top of the North Tower.He had a good view of the grounds from here and per usual there was no one there to bother him.He sat down and leaned against the wall and started playing "the Man that Can't be Moved" by the script,playing the chords on his guitar