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Post by alix on Dec 8, 2009 7:52:14 GMT
 Alix Briggs knew that he wasn’t supposed to be here, he knew that he would probably get in trouble if caught, and he knew that the punishments for him would be a lot worse than any other student. People tended to frown upon a student that had been kicked out of a previous school and so he had come to Hogwarts with not only rumors about him but many enemies that he had not even met before. Still it didn’t matter to him, or so that is the lie he always told himself. Where cares about all of these pricks and their snobbish ways, in a few years they would hopefully be dead soon. Or he would be in prison either way… most likely in prison with no real hopes of redemption from the only person that really seemed to care about him, his uncle0 Even then that caring was only temporary and a few more screw ups would probably get him kicked out of his house. His uncle and he were sort of made form the same cloth and it was a wonder that he had been born to muggle parents and not him. Then again it would have been impossible to be his uncles kid as he had never married or had any sort of long term relationships…
They were the same in the regards that they didn’t take any sort of crap from anyone, over reactive, arrogant, angry, and most importantly vengeful. Alix did not know who his uncle had it out for, or even if he had gotten his revenge, but he liked the way he handled situations, brunt force and rage rather than stupid words. Words could be deceiving where as sending a crucio curse or any of the two unforgivable curses. Though Alix had never seen any of the unforgivable curses used on wizards he knew of their power and knew just how to use them thanks to his teachings and Durmstrang and his uncle. He would have his revenge one day not only on his parents but perhaps the entire muggle world. They were all stuoid and none of them really deserved to live, a waste of space and nothing more.
Though his revenge wouldn’t come for a while and right now studying for his stupid classes was all he cared about. Alix had not been known to the type to study when is why he had taken his books, quill, and parchment out of the Slytherin common into the most remote place he could find, and the place least likely to be found. The last thing he wanted was people actually thinking that he worked. It would be a total blow to his reputation, whatever reputation he had built up. Sitting against the wall the various objects were scattered around him as his DADA book was open on his lap. “Uhhh this is so stupid!” Alix shouted into the empty corridor as his voice echoed off the walls. "I don’t fucking care about defense against the dark arts I want to do the dark arts.” Closing the book he threw it a good distance away watching it disappear into the darkness as he landed somewhere off with a good heavy thud.
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