Worse so than receiving a punishment, it was knowing one's good reason behind it. Idris could have complained as much as he wanted, deep down he knew mom was right. He'd always looked up to her, and most of what he knew he learned through watching both his parents, and figuring out, ever so slowly, how they saw their world. Which is why it hurt so much more seeing her stern and disappointed. The knowledge he'd have no broom, however, was almost soul crushing - now there would be no quidditch, no joining his other mates who might try for it even as first years.

"You're right." Idris sighed, knowing there was no use talking back at her, or even begging for her to change her mind. At least if he was going to do something as terrible as leaving home, he could start acting more like somebody who had the right mind - and age - to do it. "I'm sorry, mom. I understand, and... it wasn't my intention to make you worry." He turned his back then, leaving for his bedroom. There would be time to think about it, his own actions and its consequences. For now, he'd allow his feelings to linger on the sorrow.