"... Fine, what do you want me to do at Hogwarts?"

Heading over to the drawer, he slipped the empty box in and closed it again, knowing that he had to stop arguing. It was just hard. He didn't enjoy any of this. He wanted to not be a death eater any more, if he could go back on it then he happily would. Though he didn't think it'd be possible, frankly. His parents would have been awfully disappointed in him. These days, it was so hard to be pure=blooded, lazy and cowardly.