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𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 wandered all around the room and I felt restless, the whole room was spinning and blurry. I felt like I wanted to do a 100m dash but at the same time my legs were about to give up. I had just come from Quidditch practice. I brought myself back to reality and calmed myself down as I removed my sweatshirt from over my head and tossed it into the pile of rolled up clothes. I wrapped myself up in a towel to wipe my sweat, perhaps I should take a bath.
I dug into my trunk to search for some clothes. Why don't I have any clothes? All of them are either worn out or overused. ERGH! My trunk was an absolute mess, candy wrappers, half eaten snacks.
I aggressively started throwing out the trash that I had stored inside and all the things which I had no idea why it was in my trunk such as screws and stuff which belong in the garage, seriously IT'S SO ANNOYING WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING AND YOU CAN'T FIND YOU.
"You're disturbing my research" I heard the cold voice of my esteemed brother. I turned to look at him glaring at me with his gold rimmed magnifying spectacles. "Stop throwing trash, that cling-cling sound is disturbing and its ruining my research, I can't focus" he complained.
"What? Are you trying to find a cure for dragon pox?" I chuckled in mockery as I went back to aggressively digging my trunk.
"I'm trying to breed two different types of venomous spiders together so they can produce a hybrid progeny, which might be the world's most effective poison. Of course I needed to inject some extra hormones for better results. I've been doing this research for six months now, this is the closest I've come so please be quiet, I need to concentrate" he said as he went back to looking into a glass box of tiny spiders.
What an annoying brat, I need an award to live with these kinds of THINGS. Imagine wasting your holiday on shit? Like bro why does it matter? Just live your life and get a girlfriend. "Like that's going to change the world" I said. "It could be revolutionary, a better way to end life in a peaceful way. From the research-" he went on like a tape recorder.
"Urgh stop, I'm sick of school, I can't do extracurriculars which are far more complex and useless" I groaned. He didn't reply. After a few more minutes of digging, I found nothing. Frustration hit me. I'm so irritable and cranky after Quidditch, mostly because THE ESTEEMED GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM CAPTAIN IS AN ABSOLUTE PSYCHO.
