Jun 02, 2003 21:14
After Potions class I ran up to take a shower to wash of the bright purple from the Butter Mushrooms before I went to Coach Wood’s office to serve one of my detentions. I was kinda worried about Susan after getting a package from You-Know-Who last night, so I decided to look in on the tea party she told me the girls were having. As I went down the step, I heard raise voices shouting about cheating, so I thought it might not be a good idea to stop by.
Oliver was in his office flipping through a magazine, and when I spoke up to say I had come to serve my detention, he shoved it in his desk and grew red in the cheeks. We all have those things, Oliver. Don’t let it bother you. He had met sit down at a side table, and then he gave me a polishing kit and his Firebolt. It felt more like an honor than a punishment to handle a fine broomstick such as this. I carefully and cautiously polished every square centimeter of it as if it were plated with gold. I wondered what it would be like to fly one of them and watch the other gawk at it as I zoomed by. I guess I was lost in my fantasy because when he spoke to tell me I had served my time, I jumped in the chair.
With the outbreak of hatred between the houses, I have decided to prove that I am not a bad guy. Therefore, I have been thinking about what everyone has been saying, and I concede now. Natalie, I am sorry. I fully agree that you have the right to be angry with me, but what I did went anger; it was foolishness and ignorance. Both of my parents are Muggle born, and what I said was a disgrace to my family and myself. Again, you have my most sincere apologies.