A Duellist's Problems PV Henry Knight Abandoned

History of magic. Most would consider the class to be the most dullest at Hogwarts however Henry thought the opposite. He loved the class and paid more than enough attention to the subject, his notes at the end of class would mostly be crammed together and minuscule which would be a perfect fit with the notes in front of Henry at the moment however the boy wasn't in history of magic instead he was in defense against the dark arts.

Even through the class ended and everyone was packing up, Henry was sat at the back of the room and alone at a desk as he was hunched over what looked like notes but wasn't. They were diagrams and trees also facts and almost blueprints to something, the twelve year old was still rather angry at his father engagement and now more than ever wanted to find our anything he could on his mum's family; The Knights.

The sun pendant hidden under his clothes cold to the touch yet burned his chest as it touch him almost made a tear run down as he saw other packing up,
Henry turned back to his books until a voice and face appeared by his side one that he recognized as a fellow duelist yet didn't know her name.

Henry felt panic fill his face as he rather quickly stuffed his notes and books into his messager type bag as he stuttered " uh hey, yeah I'm good, great actually. Uh what about you?" Stuffing the last bit of paper into his bag before placing it on his shoulder of his uniform that was rather messy as he stood and gave the girl a weak smile.