Dan stormed along The Seventh Floor Corridor, he was in a foul-mood, and anyone who dared make eye-contact would be in for a hit at the very least. Today had not been a good day, he had been given detention, and his knuckles were scarred from where he had punched Professor Weasley's door. The detention was no big-deal for Dan, but recently, he had found himself getting very frustrated at the smallest of things, even a detention. Which Dan would tell you, was a regular thing for him to have.
Dan leant against the wall and put his hands to his head. "ERGH." He grumbled loudly to himself, as he tried to get out of the angry place that he was in. Dan wasn't the happiest of boys anyway, so it was these sorts of moods that pushed Dan to the limits. He just hoped no-one was stupid enough to get in his way.
Dan leant against the wall and put his hands to his head. "ERGH." He grumbled loudly to himself, as he tried to get out of the angry place that he was in. Dan wasn't the happiest of boys anyway, so it was these sorts of moods that pushed Dan to the limits. He just hoped no-one was stupid enough to get in his way.