Post by grey xavier slater on Jul 28, 2017 23:38:50 GMT -7
March. Sunday morning. The library. A chair in a secluded corner. All by himself. Finally. There were way too many things going on inside the Gryffindor’s head. A lot more than he had ever had, or anticipated to have. They were seemingly cut and dry now, but he had a feeling that they weren’t that easily describable, nor going away for a while. He felt like he should be happy about all of it, and he was, but it was the fact that he didn’t think he could move on from the problems at the end of last term this fast. There was always that constant nagging feeling that he knew about this the whole time, and was simply pushing it aside to focus on others things. Things he thought were more important. They weren’t. He was wrong. That happened from time to time. Being wrong. A lot more often lately. There was nothing liberating about being wrong, except by surprising himself each step of the way. He chalked it up to that.
So here he was, back in the library in his comfy chair in the furthest corner, hoping to avoid all contact from the outside world. It was that time of day where it was eerily silent. There were a decent number of people scattered throughout the library, though the only noise they were making usually consisted of the scratching of quills on parchment, or a page from a book being turned over. If there was a nirvana, this was his. Then there was the chair. It was situated in just the perfect spot, the morning sun dancing through the window that was right next to him. In another life, he was definitely a cat. The instant knock-out effect that sun rays had on him was extraordinary.
For the most part, Grey could always avoid people back here in his chair. The occasional person wandering through the aisles would sneak up on him, usually being scared by him instead of vice-versa. Apparently sinking into the chair coupled with the sunlight made it look like he had died in his sleep or something. That was fine with him, if it meant people would leave him alone. Making an escape was hard sometimes, but there was always this place. He was going to miss it once he graduated. Eyes rolling back in his head, body sinking further into the chair, and mind off to the dream realm, Grey fell asleep.