#// honestly idk why dementors weren't more of kids fears since they were on the train and didn't they go into every car?

[pureblooded-outcast]

Starter || @lupiinee

Third year was gearing up to be a disaster, at least in his opinion it was. Dementors on the train and around the school haunting his every waking step and sending his sister into fits of tears. An uncaring ministry that leaves these nightmare creatures on school ground. Last but not least an escaped convict who wanted to murder one of his classmates prowling the school!  

Slipping his wand back into the pocket of his robes Gladion cracked his knuckles whilst sitting upon an empty desk. His nose crinkled as he spotted a few flecks of dust in the sunbeams; he watched the dust floating about trying to pinpoint his happiest memory. Feeling slightly giddy thinking this might just be the one he took his wand out once more pointing it forward while speaking in a strong even voice.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Gladion huffed in aggravation when all he got was sputtering mist, it was so close yet so far. Throwing his head back he stared up at the ceiling, fingers combing through his hair. He stiffened when he heard the sound of the classroom’s locked door turning. 

“O-oh!” he exclaimed noticing it was Professor Lupin. Scrambling off the desk he stood a bit taller, “Professor! you startled me.” Gladion didn’t believe there were any rules against using an empty classroom for spell casting but best to have an apology ready. 

Smoothing his robes out in a nervous tick he continued to talk, “I apologize, for locking the door if that was what worried you, Sir. I’ve already had snogging couples crash into my spell practice more than once.” He stressed the word more hoping to at least get some pity from the man.