Who: Theodore and Evan What: returning to the infirmary. When: Saturday night Where: Academy infirmary, obvs Warnings: Probably none, but TBA
Theodore had taken the train back to the school, finding an empty compartment all to himself. He was alright, relatively calm, but he really wasn't in the mood for anyone's company. It had been really pleasant to just watch the countryside go by for a while, slowly darkening as the train wound closer and closer to the school.
He had no idea what was in store for him this year, wasn't even sure if he'd go back to Quidditch, or if he was going to take Professor Braithwaite up on her offer of private tutoring. The only thing that was certain was his usual class schedule, and his internship - and something would be worked out with his friends. He would handle it, but not now, not yet.
With that in mind, he didn't stick around his room long after dropping off his trunk, but headed up to the infirmary. He didn't know if Evan was coming back this evening, but if he wasn't, this was the perfect time to get the infirmary in order before he arrived. If he did come back while Theodore was there - or if he was already there - that would be fine. Evan was one of the few people Theodore thought he could tolerate at the moment, whose company might actually be welcome.
He made his way to the infirmary easily, a route from his room that he could have done in his sleep. He hadn't bothered with his lab coat, not tonight; he hadn't felt like changing. He just wanted to be in a place that felt more like home than his house did, to look after the place itself, even if there were no patients there to care for.
Pushing open the door, he stepped inside and smiled a little for the first time since he'd been high with Blaise, some of the tension he'd been holding in draining from his body. It was good to be back.