Studying. It wasnt one of Chance's favorite things to do. But, alas, here he was, at the Library. The smile he usually wore on his face wasnt there. He grunted as he sat down at one of the tables and pulled his books on top of them.

Opening up his Potions book. He looked over the Potion they had gone in class. The Hatred Potion. Chance needed some hatred in his life. He was too smiley. WHo should he hate? Ehh, Chance couldnt really hate anyone. He didnt even really hate his father who had left him.

Chance sighed and flipped to the next page of the Potions book.