River sat in the grate hall at the end of the Hufflepuff table. He had been up all night the night before and could barley hold his head up. He propped his head up with his arm that was braced on the table and looked down the table at the rest of his classmates. Yawning River picked up a muffin and started to eat it. He looked over at the other tables. Well all accept the Slytherin table the people that sat there would always be the same to him. Snobby always thinking they were better than every one eals, when they were no better than a toad sitting on a old dead log. The others, the Ravenclaws, the Gryffindors and his fellow Hufflepuffs could change. They could see that not all werewolves were bad. This would take some time and he knew that. It would take a life time to make people change the way they thought of Warewolves. “I need to get some wolves bane before the next full moon,” he said to him self and looked up at the ever changing ceiling. This morning there were gray clouds up there that resembled the ones out side. It was going to rain he could smell it in the air. If not rain then snow.
Despite the fact that it was going to either rain possibly snow depending on how cold it was out side, River got up and walked out of the grate hall then throw the big doors in the entrance hall and out into the court yard. He decided to go down to the lake and slowly ambled his way down there. Smiling he sat on a big rock close to the water. River wore a short sleeve tee and skinny jeans. His hair was a mess and his shoes were starting to fall apart, but he loved them any way. He looked down at the murky waters and wondered if it was true about the giant squid that was rumored to live there. Wondered how to communicate with it if only it were there. The squid would be one to understand how he felt.
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