{Closed} 'The new asian kid'

Dark clouds gathered all around the ashen haired boy, and a sudden ice cold chill sent shivers across his spine. It was as if all the happiness had dissipated from his body and all that was left was cold black irony darkness. The boy looked up from underneath his thin rimmed glasses right into the evening sky where more than just the stars were waiting for him. A ghost clad in thick black robes hovered slightly above him, the spot where it's face was supposed to be was a dark kind of empty. A dementor.

Unlike previous encounters he had had with the dementors, the scarred boy wasn't as afraid this time. Yes, his heart was beating faster and he tightened the grip on his wand but there was no nausea nor the weak feeling he had had before. Without thinking, the boy who lived turned his lightning scarred forehead towards the sky, blinking away the rain. Mr. Harry Potter points the tip of his wand towards the dementor and shouts; ,,Expecto Patronum.'' I whisper. ,,What..!?'' I scoff, rereading the last sentences. Garakuta... trash, is what this is. I roll my eyes, slam the book closed and with a strong swoosh of my arm, throw it away. What a waste of time...

I mean, does it make sense that Mr. Harry Potter was able to cast such a difficult spell without a sweat? In the previous chapter he wasn't even able to stand straight let alone raise his wand, that idiot. I close my eyes, slightly irritated because of the bad read I just got, and cover them with my right lower arm, all while still laying down on one of the benches of the Ravenclaw grandstand. I was so bored, and a little lonely, this morning that I went as crazy as to read that bullshit. A serious low point in my life.

I sigh. Throwing the book felt good when I did, but void of the book boredom and loneliness come creeping back at me. Harry Potter, the boy who lived an supposedly saved the world... An old British tale, a legend in Japan as we weren't involved as much as the British were at the time. I sigh again, the second time in a short while. I really need some friends, something to do... To lose this 'new Japanese kid' status and start a new life here. My thoughts travel back to Japan and the quidditch team over there. How were they doing? They'd better not slack off... An irony taste fills my mouth as I realise that I must be missing them more than I thought... Sigh.

{Asher Ninomiya please.}