The second floor common room was one of the few rooms in the Sanctuary with windows that over looked nice scenery. Draco could barely see the white fence that surrounded the property, insuring everyone stayed inside, through the trees and the landscaping. While the vastness of the asylum had intimidated him at first, once things settled down and the patients relaxed into roles and routines, he found the whole ordeal to be a lot more tolerable. It was almost like being back at Malfoy Manor, even. He didn't often see too many people except at meals and the large rooms and fancy decor suited him.
He sat in a high backed chair not quite turned to the door but angled just enough that he could still see anyone who came in. So far, he was alone and had been for a few hours, his journal opened up and perched across his thighs. With one leg crossed over the other, his heels rested on the window sill he was looking out of, a quill hanging limply from his fingers. He still hadn't written anything in the book and he still meant to do so. It wasn't that he didn't have anything going on, there was a lot going on. In fact, that was so much he wasn't sure where to start or if he'd even be able to phrase everything that was in his mind in a way that would be at all valuable for future reference. That's all a journal was, wasn't it? A reference?
He sighed and tipped his chin up, reclining into the corner of his seat and closing his eyes struggling to not let his mind wander to much more frivolous but at the moment more interesting thoughts.