Little things that matter
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The classroom was tucked beneath the castle walls. Stone, wherever you look. You'd think the castle was on some magical budget—but he didn't dare to linger on that thought.
Descending the stairs, each step heavier than the other. He was clearly not having it today. Not in an "overly dramatic" way. But more on the sight of exhaustion already entering at the moment. But after entering the room, the lingering scent of herbs, crushed roots and—whatever the last scent that was. It filled his nostrils giving him a slight brace in where he was at.
A few greetings stumbled upon Chatt. All acknowledged. He didn't want to kept anyone hanging, even if he himself wants to be—
A few empty spaces left behind. He'd scan the classroom for a suitable spot. Today—somewhat today—was the day he'd chose to procrastinate. A lesson about potions wouldn't be that important. Right? His legs moved for him, stranding his way to a seat. Again, he didn't care. But definitely somewhere not close to the plant on standby.
Comfortable wouldn't be a great word. But as long as he can get somewhere to relax, or of course, sit freely. He doesn't mind. He'd slump directly onto the table, as if muscles gave out on him. They didn't. He was just being dramatic. But also unpacking his supplies with it. He eyed the classroom. Students filling the seats in such a quick pace. He needed someone to do all the thinking. Not that this kid couldn't do it himself he just—wouldn't. Lazing around his sight onto the door. Still crowded—but slightly lessening.
Someone right will come. For sure he doesn't know, but someone will.
He'd faintly remember their faces. Remember who they were, and what they did.
A girl, with hair colored black as the forest would feel without light under the night skies. Entered gracefully in the room. Chatt sat up a tad bit straighter.
"Hey!" He'd wave in short phase, hopefully getting her attention.
Please—please sit here.
Using the same hand, he'd lower it on the chair. Tapping it lightly as not to frighten her.
"You wanna sit here?"
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✦•······················•✦OOC: imagine u js ignore me that would be so sososososososo embarrassing HAHAHAHA