Bedhead

Clarke thrust the drawing in front of the red haired boy's face.


"Who is he? Tell me!" he growled.


"W-what!? Who?"


"This guy!" Clarke rustled the paper wildly in front of the trembling figure before him before pressing the sheet flat against the boy's  forehead. 


"I don't know!" The other shrieked hysterically, reeling backwards. He would have lost his footing if not for the wall directly behind him. He pressed flush against the wall and prayed he could just shrink away.


"That's because you're not looking closely!" Clarke hot his arm out and grabbed a fistful of the boy's red hair, pulling up so that the boy's eyes could see the paper. But all the boy saw was the looming figure towering over his small frame with menacing eyes and sharp teeth.


"No, no! NO! LET ME GO!" The red haired boy squealed in an instant. He blindly lashed out and struck Clarke square in the chest. The blonde grunted and stepped back.


"Don't touch me," he spat and threw the boy against the wall. The boy groaned as the hit brick and looked up completely breathless.


"Get out of my sight before I make you puke slugs."


With that, the boy went flying down the corridor. 

The blonde stood alone and sighed.

He looked down at the wrinkled wad of paper now clenched tightly in his palm. He spread the sheet out again, furrowing his eyebrows at the now cryptic lines of a hurried, and desperate illustration. 


At the center of the parchment was a figure. It was simple with a circle for the head and triangle below as an attempted depiction of the signature Hogwart's cloak that students were designated upon enrolling into the school for witchcraft and wizardry. Attached to these forms were two arms and two legs resembling broken twigs and branches. The circle had more lines scrawled into it forming a foul expression with a big frown, dark eyes, and deeply furrowed brows. Then, there was the hair. More short frantic marks extended from the top of the circle, erupting into an intangible disarray of scribbles that very much looked ink was poured onto the page and forgotten.

 Clarke thought it was a pretty accurate drawing.

(I'll add more to this when I have time)