[WARNING : This chapter contains a child abuse. Read it on your own discretion]
The fact that I managed to take out my anger on Harry didn't make me exempted from the punishment for not having my homework with me. Mrs. Gabrielle was a stern and strict woman. She didn't bat an eye when I showed her my torn book and ordered me to stand up behind the class until the end of the lesson instead.
To her and everyone else, it didn't matter who instigated it, they just didn't want to give me an easy way out. Why did I even bother trying to explain?
So I spent the first lesson standing in the back of the class. My feet were so sore. The bruises I got from when I was beaten up a few days ago didn't make this any easier.
My stomach was hurting as well. Harry kicked my chair so hard it propelled me to the front and made my stomach collided with my desk earlier. I endured it somehow, but now that I'm standing like this, the pain started to become unbearable.
