Darting across the grounds was a skinny young man of about fourteen and his dark hair was straggling about his face as he ran. Being the slacker that he was, Ling hadn't been to class the previous day because he simply didn't feel up to it. He wasn't an entirely stupid boy and when he buckled down, he was smarter than he let on. However, Divination wasn't exactly his cup of tea either and it wasn't too evident that he would work hard during this class.
Still, he had already skipped the day before and it wouldn't have been wise to go about doing it again. He wasn't in the mood to absorb any lessons but he didn't feel like it was worth getting in detention either. So Ling had gathered the strength to hurry to class, though hardly possessing any motivation.
It didn't appear that he was late and the scrawny fourth year emitted a sigh of relief. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a lesson if he at least pretended to look engaged. "Hullo Professor Reynolds! How goes it?" the mischievous Ling chirped, taking a seat next to a younger Slytherin girl. |