Jackson Bletchley | 17 | Sixth Year | Slytherin | Parents: Miles Bletchley and Millicint Bullstrode | Pure Blood
Jackson sat in the shade of the trees by the lake, a bottle of fire whiskey hidden amongst the shrubery next to him.
He relaxed looking at the lake, it was glisening in the early afternoon sunlight. As Jackson had decided to skip lessons ttoday after the letter he’d gotten in the post that morning from his so called parents. Waste of spaces more like he thought to himself. They were only interested in him when they needed to show him off to their friends, or try and arrange fucking marriages for him! He punched the ground next to him. Normally not being a violent person but this was the last straw for him. He couldn’t bare his parents trying to control his life anymore. Picking up the bottle and taking another long drink from it he sighed.