He fvcking hates it here.

Why did the little ravenclaw even think he had a right to insult her?

To even utter her name.

He couldn’t help punching him, repeatedly. Until he laid motionless on the ground. He doesn’t regret it, besides the teachers never scold him. He’s a Riddle.

He had it coming- he thinks, when she walks out to the courtyard next to him. He’s smoking a joint, staring up at the starry sky, desperately trying to keep himself from punching the guy’s face in.