7 Apr 2022, 17:48
Tired
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| ──── | Dray had spent three hours looking at his homework. Intellectually speaking, he knew he should have started doing it. But every time he picked up his quill, his mind went blank. It had become harder and harder to focus.
So there he was again, on the quidditch pitch. The sun was just starting to set over the castle, caressing the turrets and towers in a final gentle glow. His broom was clutched in a clammy grip, cold April wind sending a shiver down his back. He felt terrible. There was no other way to put it. If it had been up to him, he would've curled up under his bed and stayed there for the next 1 to 2 business months. But unfortunately, having roommates tended to render that option null. So there he was. Throwing a leg over his broom, seeking a place no one could find him in. High above the world, where he didn't have to work. He didn't have to do something. He could just be. The wind whispered like an old friend telling him secrets, or howled in his ear like a phantom, demanding he go higher. Faster. High above the clouds. Sitting on the broom, legs dangling bonelessly, Dray peered down at the ground beneath. Everything had become so small. The mountains surrounded Hogwarts like the fangs of an ancient beast, gleaming in the afternoon light, green starting to peak through the white. It was peaceful if nothing else. |
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@solo
@solo
ITS STILL RAINING. WHY IS IT STILL RAINING? sta • 13 | eva • 8 | str • 1 | wis • 15 |arc • 7 | acc • 9 |