Late. That was the status of Jacks current class status. He sprinted through the halls, his pencil tucked neatly behind one ear, wand grasped tightly in his hand, while held in the other hand was a crossword puzzle book he bout at a muggle dollar store. He turned a corner, seeing the Dark Arts room, and almost crashed into the wall as he made the turn, his feet sliding on the ground. He continued forward, his breath heavy, as he finally made it, almost tripping into the door, Jack pulled it open, revealing his heavily breathing face. He looked at the full class, and he couldn't resist saying what he was about to say;
"Am I late?"
His question was idiotic, obvious, and stupid. But Jack had to. HIs impulses gave him the terrible remarks he so used, to either get the teacher angry, or make them laughing. He looked around the class, and slowly made his way, walking sideways, as he walked to a desk, his eyes still trained on the teacher. He was new, definatly, but he didn't really care, anyone to get this lesson going. He hoped this not so old man was a good teacher.
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