Post by alexander on Jul 8, 2012 14:44:41 GMT
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Alex was smart. Anybody who doubted that much had quite a bit to reckon with, but Alex's smarts were hardly ever given the attention they deserved. Although he was a hardworking Hufflepuff who threw himself into his homework, it was the troublemaking and the speaking out and the general misconduct (all a product of his rocky childhood) that got the attention...and how could it not? Alex always had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, or a scheme to wreak havoc on another classmate, simply because when he was getting yelled at by teachers, he couldn't think about, "Wonder what Dad's doing now...oh, yeah; rotting away in a cell block being soul-sucked by dementors." What might have been worse than the actual ideas in his head was the fact that he wasn't scared to carry them out. Alex was to the point where there was no hesitation; he'd been in trouble and landed himself detention far too many times to even care anymore.
Unfortunately for him, though, his troublemaking overrided the fact that he actually would have gotten decent grades in many of his classes. Great potions essay? Ten points from Hufflepuff for tossing it in somebody else's cauldron when they weren't looking. Knew who the founder of the Ministry of Magic was? Fifteen points from Hufflepuff for making a snarky play on his name instead of just giving the answer like a good and proper student. Alex was pretty sure that he had singlehandedly set Hufflepuff back so far that they would never win another House Cup again until they graduated...or maybe that was his fellow housemates talking. People, in general, weren't too fond of him - it didn't matter the house, but the other Hufflepuffs seemed to especially dislike him. The Hufflepuffs hated that he lost them so many house points, the Slytherins made fun of him because of his father (apparently pureblood status was only a shield if you were in their own house; Alex had been called 'blood traitor' far too many times to count), the Ravenclaws thought he was a nuisance, and the Gryffindors...well, for whatever reason, they just didn't like him. Alex wasn't much of a people-person, though, so he didn't really mind all the hate. He'd gotten used to it by now.
Sometimes, however, he couldn't help but wonder why it was nobody instead of a few people liking him. Why was there not a Hufflepuff who respected his Quidditch skills for every one who thought he was a burden to the house? Why was there not a Slytherin who would give him a nod of acknowledgement in the halls for being pureblood for every one who had a bad word to say about his father? Maybe because Alex didn't try very hard. He could have made friends, possibly, if people knew why he was such an annoying troublemaker type, but he didn't let people get close enough to find out. Every potential friend since his first year at Hogwarts had been pushed away the minute they asked, "Hi, what's your name?" Teachers, in a similar fashion, had never been granted the respect he should have given them. Maybe it was the streak of his father's resentment for authority in him, or just the fact that he was so bitter and negative about every aspect of his life now that he knew how quickly things could go from good to bad, but the note on his report card was the same at the end of every year: "Shows potential, but has a problem with attention-seeking."
That was where they were all wrong. Alex didn't want attention. He just didn't have it in him to be nice to people anymore, especially some of the people who had probably been on the Wizangemot jury that had convicted his father. But it was slowly hurting Alex's chance of every graduating school and getting a real job; he'd already felt those effects at home. Finding a reference who would give you a good word was hard when nobody had a good word to say about you, adult or not. That was the only reason why he'd shown up here, in the History of Magic classroom after hours, to meet his tutor. The tutor hadn't been his idea, but combined with the fact that they'd told him, "Show up or fail this term," Alex knew that it would kill his mom if all the men she'd ever loved ended up in Azkaban. He was determined to make a future for himself, if only for her...well, and maybe for his father, too. Maybe.
Alex sat in a desk in the back of the room, impatiently drumming his fingers on the desk and waiting for whoever this 'tutor' person was to show up. His beat-up old History of Magic textbook sat on the desk in front of him, the spine still broken even though he'd only opened the book a few times, in secret. Perhaps the most exasperating part of this whole thing was that Alex already knew all the answers. The book couldn't possibly tell him anything he didn't already know. Earliest wizarding society? The Ancient Egyptians. Spanish explorer who began a wizarding war when trying to locate the 'City of Gold' in the new world? Hernando Cortez. Witch who invented floo powder and when she died? Ignatia Wildsmith; 1320. History was Alex's strongest subject, so clearly the problem here was not at all academic....he just wondered how on earth they planned to tutor him in the most difficult subject of all - good behavior.
[/td][/tr][/table] Unfortunately for him, though, his troublemaking overrided the fact that he actually would have gotten decent grades in many of his classes. Great potions essay? Ten points from Hufflepuff for tossing it in somebody else's cauldron when they weren't looking. Knew who the founder of the Ministry of Magic was? Fifteen points from Hufflepuff for making a snarky play on his name instead of just giving the answer like a good and proper student. Alex was pretty sure that he had singlehandedly set Hufflepuff back so far that they would never win another House Cup again until they graduated...or maybe that was his fellow housemates talking. People, in general, weren't too fond of him - it didn't matter the house, but the other Hufflepuffs seemed to especially dislike him. The Hufflepuffs hated that he lost them so many house points, the Slytherins made fun of him because of his father (apparently pureblood status was only a shield if you were in their own house; Alex had been called 'blood traitor' far too many times to count), the Ravenclaws thought he was a nuisance, and the Gryffindors...well, for whatever reason, they just didn't like him. Alex wasn't much of a people-person, though, so he didn't really mind all the hate. He'd gotten used to it by now.
Sometimes, however, he couldn't help but wonder why it was nobody instead of a few people liking him. Why was there not a Hufflepuff who respected his Quidditch skills for every one who thought he was a burden to the house? Why was there not a Slytherin who would give him a nod of acknowledgement in the halls for being pureblood for every one who had a bad word to say about his father? Maybe because Alex didn't try very hard. He could have made friends, possibly, if people knew why he was such an annoying troublemaker type, but he didn't let people get close enough to find out. Every potential friend since his first year at Hogwarts had been pushed away the minute they asked, "Hi, what's your name?" Teachers, in a similar fashion, had never been granted the respect he should have given them. Maybe it was the streak of his father's resentment for authority in him, or just the fact that he was so bitter and negative about every aspect of his life now that he knew how quickly things could go from good to bad, but the note on his report card was the same at the end of every year: "Shows potential, but has a problem with attention-seeking."
That was where they were all wrong. Alex didn't want attention. He just didn't have it in him to be nice to people anymore, especially some of the people who had probably been on the Wizangemot jury that had convicted his father. But it was slowly hurting Alex's chance of every graduating school and getting a real job; he'd already felt those effects at home. Finding a reference who would give you a good word was hard when nobody had a good word to say about you, adult or not. That was the only reason why he'd shown up here, in the History of Magic classroom after hours, to meet his tutor. The tutor hadn't been his idea, but combined with the fact that they'd told him, "Show up or fail this term," Alex knew that it would kill his mom if all the men she'd ever loved ended up in Azkaban. He was determined to make a future for himself, if only for her...well, and maybe for his father, too. Maybe.
Alex sat in a desk in the back of the room, impatiently drumming his fingers on the desk and waiting for whoever this 'tutor' person was to show up. His beat-up old History of Magic textbook sat on the desk in front of him, the spine still broken even though he'd only opened the book a few times, in secret. Perhaps the most exasperating part of this whole thing was that Alex already knew all the answers. The book couldn't possibly tell him anything he didn't already know. Earliest wizarding society? The Ancient Egyptians. Spanish explorer who began a wizarding war when trying to locate the 'City of Gold' in the new world? Hernando Cortez. Witch who invented floo powder and when she died? Ignatia Wildsmith; 1320. History was Alex's strongest subject, so clearly the problem here was not at all academic....he just wondered how on earth they planned to tutor him in the most difficult subject of all - good behavior.
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