Anthony needed air. The school was just.. too depressing anymore. Everywhere was depressing actually. All he wanted to do was escape. And he couldn't. There wasn't anywhere to go. And he wanted, no, needed to be with his friends, they were good for him. But now, Anthony just needed a minute to himself. There wasn't anything wrong with that, was there?
So, Anthony headed outside, the cold air stinging at his throat when he breathed, but he welcomed the icy feeling. It was a feeling, and that was something. Anthony had been feeling... dead, for a lack of better words, lately, and the cold hitting him like that, it was nice to know that he wasn't dead, that he could still feel. Even if it was a bitter thing to feel. But in true Anthony fashion, he hadn't prepared to come outside. It had been an impulse move as he passed the door. In a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, Anthony could feel the gooseflesh puckering his skin, pretty soon, he would start shivering. Anthony welcomed it.
Anthony paused at the top of the steps for a few minutes, just.. being, before he spotted the two girls nearby. Romilda. He didn't want to hate her. She was good for Ioan, and right now, that was enough for him. And Demelza, Neville loved her. And Anthony was growing fonder and fonder of him by the day. For this reason, Anthony moved over to them, stopping before them and raising his hand in an awkward wave.