Hayden School for Boys

The Rugby team had won. The rugby team had won big against their biggest rival. It had been an annihilation.

It probably had had something to do with being the Monday after Easter.

But they'd killed the Knights and were enthused by the win. And the Headmaster had made a tidy sum on the side against Blossom Grove. Unofficially.

So there was a party. A not-pep rally in the great hall with music and food and laughing and no curfew.

Henri had a bottle of water and was periodically swigging from it as he walked through the gardens in circles reading.

Well. He had a water bottle he was swigging from, his slowly worsening ability to walk a straight line, let alone focus on his book, made it unlikely that he was drinking water. He walked right into someone, blinking slowly, "Where did you come from?"

Henri rubbed his forehead as he wandered out of the library, a little later than normal library hours. It was still open, he hadn't missed lights out but still. It was late. He stretched, pressing his hand against the small of his back and asked someone passing, "Please tell me it's not as late as I think it is."