Ajax looked at the teachers back with a death glare and clenched his fists. "Fuck my life" he muttered under his breath. "Rainbows and ponies Ajax, rainbows and ponies." Ajax turned as he saw a boy talk to him with an excited blabber. A petition or something, Ajax didn't particularly care but he signed it anyway. 'A day into this bloody school and I'm already in trouble.'He felt a glare stare into him. He turned around to look at a girl, a bit younger than him it seemed. She had long flowing hair and warm eyes. He quickly turned from Layla, red faced, and began munching on a piece of bread he conveniently found on his plate. 'Smooth Ajax. Smooth'.

[i]Next Day[/i]

"Oh I am starting to hate this bloody school." He arrived in front of the dungeon, panting from walking through so many corridors and going down so many stairs.[i]Defence Against the Dark Arts[/i]. What a snobby name. Sounds like what a Ponsnobby kid would yap about. The Kiwi snorted at that thought. Tryhards, the lot of em. Ajax looked into the pitch black room, tugging at his robes.

He shuffled through the doorway and walked into the room. Taking a seat down on a desk, he sat down. He started singing in a low tune, a Maori song he learned from his father. Pokare Kare Ana. A love song made by the Maori of Old. God he loved this song.

"Pōkarekare ana 
ngā wai o Waiapu, 
Whiti atu koe hine 
marino ana e. 
E hine e 
hoki mai ra. 
Ka mate ahau 
I te aroha e. 

Tuhituhi taku reta 
tuku atu taku rīngi, 
Kia kite tō iwi 
raru raru ana e. 

Whati whati taku pene 
ka pau aku pepa, 
Ko taku aroha 
mau tonu ana e. 

E kore te aroha 
e maroke i te rā, 
Mākūkū tonu i 
aku roimata e."

What Ajax did not realise however is that he sang loud enough for the whole room to hear.

[hider=Translation]
They are agitated 
the waters of Waiapu, 
But when you cross over girl
they will be calm. 
Oh girl 
return to me, 
I could die 
of love for you.

I have written my letter 
I have sent my ring, 
so that your people can see 
that I am troubled. 

My pen is shattered, 
I have no more paper 
But my love 
is still steadfast. 

My love will never 
be dried by the sun, 
It will be forever moistened 
by my tears.[/hider]