Who: Michael Abbott & Aaron Watson What: Trying to write thank you notes When: Night, November 16 Where: The Great Hall Rating: G?
After the tables had been cleared and the floors cleaned when supper was over Michael Abbott returned to the Great Hall. He had a few quills, a pot of ink, and a stack of his finest writing parchment with him. On top of that there was a determined look on his face, his brow furrowed, his jaw set. The air of a boy who meant business definitely hovered around him. His birthday had been four days ago, and he had not sent to a single person any acknowledgment of their gift, apology, or admonishment. That needed to change. The last thing he wanted to be thought of as was a rude person. Then again, he wasn't entirely certain that his little tirade from Thursday hadn't already proved him that.
Taking a seat near his usual area of the Hufflepuff table, glad to have finished his homework early enough that he had time to work on his thank you notes, he set his quill to paper and began writing away. Fortunately he had remembered to look up an erasing spell before coming, because sheet after sheet was written then cleared. It was going to be a long night. Hopelessly he lifted his eyes, looking around for any sort of company he could find.