Closed Papers Over Flowers PV Alyss Gilmour

Cirrus sat up streching his arms before him like a zombie, letting out a large mindless groan that sounded like the undead from the Frankenstein Movies. He let his left hand fall sloppily unto the alarm beside his bed quickly, he stretched, his back letting out a satisfying crack. The boy caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his dark coffee hair looking as if he had been zapped by lightning or at the very least he looked like Albert Einstein with a better hairline of course.

Cirrus sat in bed with a small slouch, letting his eyes close for a moment, absorbing the space around him as he let his mind catch up with his body. He shook his head lightly slapping his face as he beckoned himself further wake up. Cirrus then slipped on his monkey slippers as he did his morning routine, which usually consisted of: Washing himself up, hygiene, eating any fruit he took from the great hall the previous night, making a checklist of what he needed to do throughout the day, hanging out with Gekko, talking to mutuals, and observing people.

At least that's what his days usually consisted of, as today he had a new edition to his collection of daily tasks, Cirrus had applied for a healer internship which meant he had a whole new material study and do homework for. Well more specifically he had to choose an ailment from a list of prompts, study it, and create a presentation based on his research. Simple enough concept, or so it seemed until the boy found himself clutching his head, his brow furrowed, and his mouth twisted in upmost confusion as he sat reading.

The Hufflepuff had chosen the topic of spattergroit, it was definitely nothing close to a boring topic, and he found himself quite enjoying the enlightenment of wizard disease. But rather, the idea of the ACTUAL project was taunting above all else, but luckily he had found out that one of his friends, or an acquaintance? Cirrus couldn't quite tell whether or not they were close enough to be called friends, at the given moment, as the two had scarcely spoke really, mostly having fused friend groups rather. But most likely, and hopefully, they would be friends after this project. Yes! Alyss Gilmour was also a part of the healer internship and they had agreed to work together. This made it all more bearable for the young boy, also another opinion was always good for this sort of work. Peer review.

Furthermore, this was extremely important due to the fact that he was creatively challenged with his hands, all his more hands on projects looking more like mounds than actual structures; all despite the fact that he was ambidextrous and his mother was a literal art teacher, none of the talent had rubbed off on him in that sense. Instead, he usually opted for more of what his father would do, a professional and informational summary for a report. The days of writing drafts, organizing, and getting peer reviewed took a whole week before his speech was close to what he found to be an acceptable standard. That was his usual process, he was hoping that, due to this collaboration, he could expand his knowledge and processes for the better.

Cirrus, after sitting looking over his stacks of books and journals upon the contagious fungal illness, awaited the arrival of his classmate Alyss. Alyss was what his grandfather liked to call, an upstanding citizen, she was smart, kind, friendly, and obviously responsible, based on Cirrus's knowledge, and if he could remember properly, the slytherin had been nominated to Broom Racing Captain.

Maybe I should congratulate her? But what if he had the facts wrong? that would be embarrassing. If she was, like he was led to believe through talk around the castle, maybe they could talk about that too, outside the project of course, as Cirrus had found himself growing a particular interest within the field of sport. Next year. He promised.

The Hufflepuff let his mind wander as his honey eyes gazed out the window, a nice afternoon stream of light wafting through the glass. Cirrus had his chin propped on his hand, the boy's face was serious as if he was in deep thought...