RP: The first flowers were showing their colors WHO: Terry Boot, Susan Bones WHERE: Hogwarts grounds WHEN: April 12th, During Deathly Hallows WHAT: Terry is brooding and trying not to infect others with his gloom COMPLETE.
Terry was sitting on a stone that he'd cast several cushioning and warming charms on before taking as his perch. If nothing else, this school year had taught him the value of small comforts like heat and soft places to sit. He'd come outside because he'd felt a sudden, inexplicable sensation of being smothered in the Ravenclaw Dorms. Usually he fought off those feelings by flinging himself into the DA's latest project, butt for just this once he'd chosen the selfish path of cold air and brooding and silence broken only by the odd thumps and rustles of melting snow in the bushes and trees surrounding his small clearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Sweet Merlin, he just suddenly wanted to go home to his nice, neat room with its overloaded bookshelves and his mother's ancient cat sleeping on the foot of the bed in the spill of sunshine from the high, narrow windows. He was just so very, very tired of fighting a losing good fight. Futility was not an easy thing for his deeply logical personality to stomach time and time and time again.