RP: Homework Who: Louis... anyone else? Where: Shell Cottage When: October 25, 2024 Rating/Warnings: Summary: Louis has left the worst to the last minute
The words that slipped past Louis' lips were not the nicest he could have chosen, but he was so stressed at that moment he couldn't care less. Even if his mother or father had heard he wouldn't care. Why did this subject have to be so maddeningly confusing all of a sudden. He'd skated it for the past six years and now? Now he couldn't remember a simple ingredients list. The Seventh years no longer used books during lessons. They had to remember everything. As if that would actually happen in reality. Apothecaries always had well stocked bookshelves. What if they did something wrong? They couldn't afford to make mistakes, they'd lose their livelihood.
Slamming the book shut he pushed it aside, pulling a spare piece of parchment towards him instead. He picked up a pencil and began to sketch lightly on the paper, letting his mind wander as he drew, not sure until the second or third stroke what he was actually drawing. He often found himself doing this, it was just a hobby, nothing serious, but it relaxed him.