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Eric Preston
GRYFFINDOR
The school day had just ended and, as per usual, Eric sat in the potions classroom waiting for either another person or the professor to show up. While he was used to the silence of the potions room today seemed different, a looming sense of anxiousness settled in as he waited in silence. How he wound up here is a rather simple story:
Transfiguration class had just ended and as the class emptied of students Eric lingered. He did this often, seeing as the first years were next to come to this classroom and were often targets for bullying. He saw himself as a sort of protector of those weaker and unable to stand up for themselves. So, when Eric heard sneering from outside the room he all but sprinted to the door.
What he found outside made his blood boil. 3 7th years were pushing a first year back and forth between them. The kids bag was on the ground nearby and the 7th years made snide remarks and teased the kid. Having seen these 7th years, and having dealt with them before, Eric already had an idea of what to do. Pulling out his wand he pointed it at the smallest of the three and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Doing the hand motion Eric lifted the boy into the air slowly.
As the look of pure shock crossed all their faces, Eric formed a rather cocky, proud smirk. But of course a Professor was walking by just as Eroc began flipping the boy upside down. "Mr. Preston, what exactly are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's voice drifted from behind him. In an instant the boy fell to the ground as Eric spun to face the tall woman.
"Professor, I was simply helping out a first year being bullied," He stated plainly with bored eyes.
McGonagall's face flushed with anger as she stated, "5 points from Gryffindor and detention Mr. Preston." Her head would snap to the 3 7th years in a narrowed eye glare, scattering them instantly.
And now here he is, sitting in a classroom alone waiting for god knows who. Honestly it's always his own fault; jumping to the rescue whenever someone cries for help. Folding his arms across his chest Eric leaned back in his seat, watching the door.
Transfiguration class had just ended and as the class emptied of students Eric lingered. He did this often, seeing as the first years were next to come to this classroom and were often targets for bullying. He saw himself as a sort of protector of those weaker and unable to stand up for themselves. So, when Eric heard sneering from outside the room he all but sprinted to the door.
What he found outside made his blood boil. 3 7th years were pushing a first year back and forth between them. The kids bag was on the ground nearby and the 7th years made snide remarks and teased the kid. Having seen these 7th years, and having dealt with them before, Eric already had an idea of what to do. Pulling out his wand he pointed it at the smallest of the three and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Doing the hand motion Eric lifted the boy into the air slowly.
As the look of pure shock crossed all their faces, Eric formed a rather cocky, proud smirk. But of course a Professor was walking by just as Eroc began flipping the boy upside down. "Mr. Preston, what exactly are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's voice drifted from behind him. In an instant the boy fell to the ground as Eric spun to face the tall woman.
"Professor, I was simply helping out a first year being bullied," He stated plainly with bored eyes.
McGonagall's face flushed with anger as she stated, "5 points from Gryffindor and detention Mr. Preston." Her head would snap to the 3 7th years in a narrowed eye glare, scattering them instantly.
And now here he is, sitting in a classroom alone waiting for god knows who. Honestly it's always his own fault; jumping to the rescue whenever someone cries for help. Folding his arms across his chest Eric leaned back in his seat, watching the door.