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Orwell was seething, he was absolutely fuming, the teen was unsure as to what being kicked out of Defence Against the Dark Arts really meant, but what Orwell was certain of was that he had never been so furious in his life, he had never felt the cold hand of authority quite like he had just there, not even with the protest in the forest he hadn't felt it but with that class he definitely had. The teen knew, could feel the man's burning anger over the disruption on the class, but Orwell could only assume that it hadn't been the first time, did all these wizards just accept everything that they were told, did no one ever question why any professor should preform such spells on defenceless creatures. Even if most people didn't like spiders it didn't mean they could just do anything to them, just because they were wizards, more powerful, he wasn't sure anyone else felt the same way about the spiders or the unforgivable curses, and the teen had to ask himself angrily if anyone shared his principles, if anyone cared about the welfare of the animals, he didn't know if he belonged in this school which had so little morals. Orwell was so angry and without anything else to do this hour he walked straight out of school.
The teen had no where else to do, and had just instantly gone to the gardens, the Ravenclaw was muttering little curses, as he walked to the wild patch gardens, he didn't know what he wanted, and he just wanted to fight back against it, but he didn't want to get kicked out of Hogwarts, he had worked so hard to get in the school, and he fought so hard but this wasn't a fight he could do and this seemed to frustrate him so much more. Orwell let out a loud groan, an annoyed half scream, trying his best to handle his own, he felt his slightly bruised side as he stood in the light drizzle of the day looking out over the garden, green hair slowly being flattened by the rain, he let out a long sigh, and then just began tending to the plants, there was a little bit of weeding to do, and he planned to plant a few more things. He found tending to the gardens soothing, calming and while still angry, with the Eco-anarchist flag in the periphery of his eyeline, getting kicked out of class maybe wasn't the best thing to have happen, but he wasn't going to fight this, he wanted to, but with the recent protest he couldn't imagine fighting this would really help keep him in the school.
The teen had no where else to do, and had just instantly gone to the gardens, the Ravenclaw was muttering little curses, as he walked to the wild patch gardens, he didn't know what he wanted, and he just wanted to fight back against it, but he didn't want to get kicked out of Hogwarts, he had worked so hard to get in the school, and he fought so hard but this wasn't a fight he could do and this seemed to frustrate him so much more. Orwell let out a loud groan, an annoyed half scream, trying his best to handle his own, he felt his slightly bruised side as he stood in the light drizzle of the day looking out over the garden, green hair slowly being flattened by the rain, he let out a long sigh, and then just began tending to the plants, there was a little bit of weeding to do, and he planned to plant a few more things. He found tending to the gardens soothing, calming and while still angry, with the Eco-anarchist flag in the periphery of his eyeline, getting kicked out of class maybe wasn't the best thing to have happen, but he wasn't going to fight this, he wanted to, but with the recent protest he couldn't imagine fighting this would really help keep him in the school.
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