1 Mar 2024, 18:54
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
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“Everything is funny, as long as it's happening to someone else.”
@Elisa Shakestra'‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾
WC = 320Most of the first years had scattered to various corners of the school castle, but Vicente thought he would find solace in the quiet of the History of Magic's class, a respite from the chaos that he suffered almost every month. Professor Lennox had allowed people to stay in her classroom, and now he sat in the dimly lit classroom all alone, dust dancing in the sunlight filtering through the slightly ajar window through his table as he attempted to finish his Transfiguration homework before his upcoming class.
The sound of Quill scratching the parchment slightly echoed in the room while he absently doodled on it. Transfiguration was his next class after the free period ends, but try as he might, Vicente couldn't bring himself to write 1000 more words about Gamp's law, the Law of Conservation of Mass, and Energy in thirty minutes. Screw the professor for whatever this is. Hogwart's education is truly a hell for those who were too used to Muggle's education, and he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for them, especially for himself since he wasn't used to the numerous numbers of time-consuming homework from different subjects. It really pissed him off to know that his deadline was really close.
As he sketched a chibi version of himself riding a broom, Vicente couldn't help but chuckle softly at his drawing, the corners of his lips lifting in a subtle grin as he admired the animatic portrayal of himself soaring through the air. Broom-related sports were his passion and obsession as a child, especially broom racing, and lately, he couldn't help but think of becoming a part of the Hufflepuff's sports team. He had already signed up for it in his common room, and now he just needs to wait patiently for his turn to shine and try his best to win a match for his house and himself. Ah, what a peaceful time.
Note : Yiipee, prepare to die.