Logan sat there, racking his brain about what Professor Binns said the essay should be on. See the problem was, Logan never took a single note in any of his classes. It just adds to his belief learning from a teacher in a classroom is pointless. If Logan finds what the teacher is saying to be actually be worthwhile, which is usually a title of a certain book that the students aren’t studying from at the moment, he will just remember it in his head. His memory is very strong, which is why Logan is very smart; he can remember facts from almost every book he has ever read. 

But remembering what subject he is suppose to be writing about is not something he believed to be important enough to save in his memory to recall at a later time. So here he sits, starting from scratch. [i]Maybe I’ll just make up something[/i], he thought to himself. However, before he could get any further into his plan of bullshitting his way through the essay, there was a loud voice suddenly next to him.

Being a loner and not socializing often, Logan has a very quiet nature about him. There aren’t many people who actually know what his voice sounds like, and that is fine with him. His quiet behavior has made him a creature of silence, wanting silence from his surroundings and fellow strangers. So when a loud-mouth asshole sits down and is practically screaming at him, he is instantly pissed off.

Looking up from his blank scroll, Logan’s eyes land on a boy. He had no idea who he was, but he seemed familiar enough that Logan didn’t need to worry he was some crazy outsider who came into the castle to kill him.  He saw the boy was wearing a loosened gold and red tie around his next, which meant he was a Gryffindor. This kid has probably been in multiple classes with him, but like the other 99% of the student population, Logan had no clue what his name was.

Logan heard the kid talk about a project and partners and Logan stared at him as if he grew a second head. Again, the whole not listening in class thing has once again proved effective. Logan had absolutely no idea what this kid was talking about. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Logan asked, a little more snappy than his normal demeanor. 

Logan isn’t a mean guy, he is just specific about the type of people he surrounds himself with. And if you are lucky enough to be graced by Logan’s presence, he can be pretty sweet. But to his annoying, extremely loud person sitting next to him, his fuse was short. He just wanted his quiet back so he could do his History of Magic essay, then read until the late hours of the night.