Post by grey xavier slater on Oct 17, 2017 10:33:22 GMT -7
With the onset of finals, the mood of the school grounds had completely changed. Typically they were emblazoned with students lounging on the grassy hills or casually strolling along the beach of the pond. Finals had apparently scared everyone straight though, and now only those brave enough to work outside were around. Grey was neither studying nor had the intentions to do so today. Enough of his time over the last seven years had been spent doing that. Reveling in his last month of true freedom, before work would supposedly start, was what he was all about today.
He had gotten up early, which was saying a lot considering his normal sleeping schedule would have dictated that his bedtime should have been around then. Trying to be awake at the same hours as Cecelia had changed that considerably over the last few months, though he still maintained a semi-night owl schedule as much as possible. Finishing up the last of his newspaper duties required at least that much. There was a lot to do and very little time.
And that was exactly why he was currently camped out on a small hill overlooking the pond. It was empty today, with only the occasional underclassman wandering by or skipping a rock or two before noticing his presence and scampering off once again. Grey didn't think he was that intimidating, but being well-rested seemed to do strange things to him. Being exhausted and relatively cranky worked in his favor apparently. Or maybe it was the lack of shaving his face, in which case he was disappointed that even the younger students couldn't tell the difference between his beard and a giant. He wasn't exactly an imposing figure unless he wanted to be.
Regardless of what other people were doing, Grey was reading a book because there was literally nothing else for him to do until final exams started. He was done with studying, almost done with club activities, and done with Hogwarts. It was seven years too long at this point. His abilities were better suited for the working world now. Maybe the school had done its job correctly. Leaning back on the hill, he set the book down on his chest and closed his eyes. The sun beating down on his face trumped being stuck in the library any day, even if his favorite chair was more comfortable than the grass.