I did not pay attention to the lesson anymore. The only thing that came across my mind was "the cheapest ticket to get home." I kept my tears inside for the entire class period. I wanted to run back to my dorm and cry because I did not think I belonged here, and I did not want to become a wizard anymore.
I did not hesitate to walk out from the class after the professor dismissed the lesson. I ran up the steps I took when I first entered this wizarding classroom. However, the steps were too big for my short legs to reach; I tripped on the steps, and my face hit the floor. I felt embarrassed that I fell in front of people. My knees were still in pain when I stood up, but they felt much better when I kept walking.