[center][H2][color=0072bc]Mason Smith[/color][/H2][/center]

[color=ed1c24]"MASON GARRISON SMITH!"[/color]
A surprised shout left the teenage male, falling off the bed from the large jump of shock. He quickly sat up, eyes wide, his hair turned a very light blonde, heart hammering in his chest. He looked up, meeting the eyes of his mother who stood two feet in front of him, her eyes appearing to be flaming in her anger. He blinked, a small "hi mom" escaping from his throat. He glanced at the time before letting out a small groan. He now understood. It was 7:50, 20 minutes after he was supposed to leave.
[color=ed1c24]"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GONE 20 MINUTES AGO!"[/color]
He flinched back, eyes wide in shock and he nodded, standing up, his mom berating him, not even bothering to leave the room as her son rushed around collecting the necessary items. He snatched the clothes of the day, fixing his hair quickly before he threw on his clothes, preforming the necessary hygienic duties. He'd have a complete shower after the breakfast. He left, his mother immediately grabbing on to his jacket and pulling him down the stairs, stumbling after her. Despite being 18, his mother still had a lot of control over him. He felt a tug on the bottom of his jeans, continuing up his jacket before a fluff settled on his shoulders around his neck, immediately recognizing it as Aloin. Once down stairs, his mother gave him a look as he was handed his bags. 

Within seconds, he found himself stumbling into the entry line, grimacing at the complete lack of people. He stumbles, gaining his footing, him mom appariting seconds afterward. He let out a small sigh before slowly approaching Professor Willfrey. Professor Wilfrey gave him a disappointed look, quickly signing in the tardy student. He quickly ran through the halls, quickly getting up to the forth floor and crashing into his room, dropping the bag on his bed. He sprinted back downstairs, grimacing as he approached the great hall. He slowly entered glancing around, a small curse entering his mind. The food has already been served. It wasn't easy to sneak your way in, so he walked with a purpose, his head high, though feeling self conscious. His eyes scanned the crowds before finding the person he was looking for. He walked over to the group of familiar students. He sat down next to Oliver, a friend of prior years, having been in the same year together, looking around at everyone. He said, letting out a low chuckle," better late then never I guess."