Post by Mr. Tripigo on Jul 15, 2008 12:51:30 GMT -5
I slam the door behind me on the way into my room. Minerva's mad at me for playing my records to loud. I told her what I say every time "The students need to be comfortable in order to make transfigurations." Max you old coot, you just want to live in the past. I sit at my desk. There is silence. I try and find something to do but I find nothing. I look towards the drawer on the right of my desk. The one at the bottom. "I need to do this," I tell myself. I slowly put my hand on the handle and open the drawer. I pick up the book I put in there. The cover has a crude drawing of some Hippogriffs. The title reads "The Smallest Hippogriff,". I force my eyes down the cover. "...By Maximillian A. Tripigo."
