I hate these Stairs

Lennon finally got to the top and he was huffing and puffing realy bad because he is not fast and his legs are realy weak and he just hates stairs so much and he leaned on the wall and stood there forever trying to breathe and his face was just blank like a wall because he was realy sluggish and tired and he looked at the owls and thought they were okay but they smell realy bad like bird poop and straw and he started counting the feathers to do some mathamatics in his head because he likes numbers. He pulled out his notebook and a pencil and started drawing a piranha in the corner because he misses his pets in Texas realy bad and he liked the hooting sounds and he saw another kid and gave a tiny nod because he is a realy nice guy and wants to be friendly but he is just too sleepy to say anything realy. He hoped the kid would talk to him about math or stories because he was way too tired to start talking and he just wanted to sit on the floor and rest his weak muscles for a really long time and he fixed his glasses and watched a feather fall and he just kept drawing and drawing until his hand got tired and he felt like he could sleep for a year because the walk was just too much and he l wants some chicken for dinner. Then he is going to bed and not walking anymore because he is done with stairs for the whole day and he just wants to be a famous quidditch player but he needs a broom first so he can stop walking everywhere.