Freddie Lagowski
- Messages
- 888
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curly 12 1/2 Inch Rigid Willow Wand with Fairy Wing Core
- Age
- 11
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Freddie hated waiting. The waiting part was worse than the getting-yelled-at part. He sat on the edge of the hospital wing bed, good knee tucked under his chin, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. Probably shouldn’t do that. It was a really nice shirt. But oh well. He already got blood all over it, so it didn’t matter any more.
What was gonna happen to him? Was he gonna be expelled? They nearly expelled him before, at his old school, after he got in that fight with Michael. He started that one, too. Just went crazy. Started hitting him. Michael was making fun of his leg - pretending to limp, and cry, and stuff. The teacher didn’t see that though. She just saw Freddie get mad. He tried to tell her what happened, but she just said he was wrong. Said people were scared of him and he might have to go, ‘cause he was too violent.
He liked it here. He liked Professor Josephs, and Professor Pirrip, and Molly, and Declan and Rose and all his other friends. And he was trying to stay out of trouble. That was why he got so mad at Ares - he was gonna get him in trouble again, yelling for a teacher like that, pretending like Freddie tripped him on purpose, when he didn’t. He only hit him ‘cause he had to. ‘Cause he promised he would. ‘Cause he was gonna be in trouble anyway.
The door opened. Freddie’s stomach jumped - but it was just some girl. He wiped his nose. Did he still have blood on his face? Did he have bruises? Stupid leg. If Ares didn’t make him fall on his back, if his leg didn’t start hurting, he would’ve won. He was way stronger than him. He could push him over with one hand. Everyone still knew that. Right?
Freddie hated waiting. The waiting part was worse than the getting-yelled-at part. He sat on the edge of the hospital wing bed, good knee tucked under his chin, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. Probably shouldn’t do that. It was a really nice shirt. But oh well. He already got blood all over it, so it didn’t matter any more.
What was gonna happen to him? Was he gonna be expelled? They nearly expelled him before, at his old school, after he got in that fight with Michael. He started that one, too. Just went crazy. Started hitting him. Michael was making fun of his leg - pretending to limp, and cry, and stuff. The teacher didn’t see that though. She just saw Freddie get mad. He tried to tell her what happened, but she just said he was wrong. Said people were scared of him and he might have to go, ‘cause he was too violent.
He liked it here. He liked Professor Josephs, and Professor Pirrip, and Molly, and Declan and Rose and all his other friends. And he was trying to stay out of trouble. That was why he got so mad at Ares - he was gonna get him in trouble again, yelling for a teacher like that, pretending like Freddie tripped him on purpose, when he didn’t. He only hit him ‘cause he had to. ‘Cause he promised he would. ‘Cause he was gonna be in trouble anyway.
The door opened. Freddie’s stomach jumped - but it was just some girl. He wiped his nose. Did he still have blood on his face? Did he have bruises? Stupid leg. If Ares didn’t make him fall on his back, if his leg didn’t start hurting, he would’ve won. He was way stronger than him. He could push him over with one hand. Everyone still knew that. Right?