Post by grey xavier slater on Aug 18, 2018 14:01:27 GMT -7
11.19.2022 - 6th Year - Gryffindor Common Room
It was November. His sixth year. Not that any of that really mattered at all to Grey. What did matter, though, was that he was now the editor-in-chief of the school paper. Usually that position was given during the spring term, so that the new person in charge had an entire two terms to do what they wanted with the paper before training the next editor. That didn’t happen for Grey though. His predecessor had failed to appoint anyone new by the time she graduated last spring. The current group of seventh years that had been a part of the club for their entire schooling decided it wasn’t the best idea for them to try and run the club and do final exams, and thus appointed him as the new head. Grey still didn’t understand why it had to be him. That was a lot of responsibility to suddenly drop on a person, and he wasn’t exactly the best when it came to being enthusiastic about extra work. That was why they had given him the Quidditch column for the last few years. Going from that to this was…well, it was a shock to his system. But he couldn’t let the club fail either. That was another possibility. Shove it into the hands of a boring Gryffindor, whose better judgement would get the best of him. That was exactly what happened.
The first few months of this school year had been tumultuous; new members joining and trying to get into the thick of it, others deciding classes were more important than following leads for stories. All of it came back to him too, since he had the final say in almost everything. All the articles that were published in the paper had to go through him, and he spent a good amount of time reviewing and editing them as well. It was way more work than he had expected to be given, and it was no wonder that new editors were given an entire term under the tutelage of the former ones.
In order to manage all of the aforementioned work, Grey had taken over two tables in the common room, papers he had finished editing stacked neatly on one of them, and the stack he still had to get through laid out on the one he was sitting at. He had found that the only time he could get this done was late at night, long after the younger students had dragged themselves to bed and the remainder of the ones playing hooky strolled back into the common room, smug expressions on their faces. Every time he looked up at those ones, he was sure they could see the life that was slowly draining from inside him. Considering the amount of papers on the table, this was going to be a few more hours still. And there was still more back in the club room for him to work on tomorrow. Beginning to yawn, Grey leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms up into the air. He could sleep once these were finished.