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Post by granton on May 22, 2012 19:54:56 GMT
 Granton lounged across his bed, papers spread out around him and an annoyed look on his face. How much paperwork did it honestly take to give just one kid a detention? And it was for a stupid cause on top of that. And... really? Why couldn't the prefects just suck it up and fill out their own detention forms rather than leaving them for the heads to do? It would only take five minutes of their time to fill a few details out on some paper, whereas it took them hours to troll through all the forms and fill in the ridiculous number of blank spaces. Besides how exactly was he supposed to just magically know that 'the gryffindor kid with the afro' was actually Mark Grimes? Seriously?
This evening, Granton had been intending to work his way through all this paperwork stuff, then finish off his DADA essay, but it looked like that wasn't about to happen anytime soon. The prefects were really beginning to slack and it was driving him nuts! Next meeting he was definitely going to come down on them and demand a higher level of effort for them. As much as it pained him to say it, of the only three who seemed to complete things properly, two were Gryffindors, and one was a mudblood no less!
With a groan, he threw down his quill and flopped back, bringing one arm up and laying it over his eyes. Were they completely incompetent!? He needed a break, though he knew if he left it and did something else he'd never get back to it. Still, he at least needed to take a minute or two to calm himself down. He couldn't believe he was getting so annoyed over this, but he did want to have a life outside of it all, you know?
The sound of the door opening caught his attention but he didn't look across. "What?" He snapped, not really in the mood for any one right now, and certainly not the distraction of his room mates.
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