James Wake sat silently in his compartment, idly reading through the last few pages of his Defense Against the Dark Arts book. It wasn't much for the young man to sort through, but it was enough to keep him awake. While he felt a bit guilty for not considering this as momentous occasion as most would have thought, James Wake really wasn't looking forward to returning to Hogwarts. It was old, sanctimonious, the teachers ranged from snoring to preachy, and now that he was liberated of that most dreadful Prefect position, he saw no reason to keep up this charade. His future was assured, money hardly an object, he was perfectly fine maintaining a self-sufficient lifestyle until his Uncle called upon him to pay his familial debt, a debt that would be paid, in a sense, by manual labor he could easily accomplish now...
Where was the point behind this school thing?
James Wake fought the urge to say anything, or do anything rash. It would only land him in deep trouble with a certain someone. So, he sat on the train, like a good little toy and awaited the ride back. It was only a matter of time. Just a bit longer. That was what he kept telling him anyways. The mediocrity of the whole charade was the worst part really. These kids, these little rabbits, all they cared for was shipping and dating. Not once did they stop and consider the power they held, the way they abused it for shenanigans and "fun." In the end, they did nothing more than annoy, which was bad enough an offense.
James Wake turned the page and sipped some tea.
Had there not been a war last year? Why were the kids even allowed back into school? Why did the kids even care. What was going on here that James had missed? Was he thinking far too hard about this?
James Wake recalled the day he fought vampires and saved a werewolf. That's right. That happened. James was not afraid to deny it. It was as stupid as it sounded- were they not equally persecuted once upon a time?
James Wake was clearly bored. He was allowing his mind to wander to places that were far too strange and chaotic to fully accept. Suddenly, the door to the compartment opened...