Already a month into school of his sixth year, and Logan Hillstead has already given up doing his homework, for the most part. Logan has always been the type of guy to do just enough homework to get by without failing. Ironically though, he could complete every assignment and get full marks because Logan has always had the ability to understand everything going on around him. He mastered charms faster than most of his classmates, he never failed a potion in class (well that is if he even completes it) and he could transfigure any object he wanted. Yet, his effort is barely above 50%.

Logan never understood the point of school and why it was necessary. To him, the real world is the best place to learn. Whenever Logan is home for his summer breaks, he is practicing magic non-stop, disregarding the underage wizarding law. He knew how much he could get away with, without raising suspicion from the Ministry. And he always did it in secret. That was Logan’s problem with school, the fact that it was all just a contest and a way to showcase how awesome, or awful, you are. Why do we need to be put on a pedestal, especially at these fragile young ages?

Due to his lack of effort in classes, that has translated to a very lonely existence for Logan here at Hogwarts. He can count the number of friends he has on one hand. It never has really bothered him. Being an only child, to very recluse parents, Logan grew up alone and learned at a young age how to entertain himself. Books. Yes, Logan Hillstead was the Hermione Granger of his time, to some extent. He was not bouncing around ready to save the world at the drop of a pin. But to him, books were salvation. They were his escape and his resource to all the knowledge he needed. Logan has learned more from reading a book than he has listening to any of his professors in class. Screw society , even the magical society,  drilling into kids’ heads how they must learn and be in class in order to succeed. 

It was the end of the day, dinner finishing up. Logan technically had an essay due for History of Magic tomorrow, which he hasn’t started. He figured he could jot down something quick, at least to keep Professor Binns off his ass. That ghost seriously annoys him like no other teacher. 

Standing from the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, Logan threw his bag over his shoulder. He had sat alone while eating his stew, but no one noticed. They were use to it. Even his few friends rarely ate with him. Logan tends to only want to socialize on the weekends. He is just an outcast and that is how he likes it. He makes his way up to his favorite place: the library. It was quiet and secluded, his two favorite things. 

Making his way towards the back, where the books on shelves are covered in dusts and cobwebs, Logan finds his favorite chair and plops down. He pulls out his blank scroll, ink and quill. Time to bullshit his way through another essay.