If Wishes Were Knuts Who: Palmer, open When: September 2, 2020, evening Where: Courtyard Status: Open, Ongoing Summary: Coming
It wasn't like it had been a bad first day of classes, it was just... well... Palmer never really liked the first week of school. Paige always seemed too eager to be out and terrorizing the halls with her mile-a-second motor mouth, but he didn't have things quite so easy. Palmer had friends, he supposed. There were his mates in his year that he talked to. He wasn't really close to them, though.
It always bothered him during that initial week. Maybe he was a Mother's boy or something nancy like that.
Whatever the case was, Palmer was rather pleased to find the courtyard relatively empty.
Sitting down on one of the benches, the little boy rubbed at his eyes.
He really needed to find something to do to get his mind off of home. Preferably before Paige noticed his somber mood.
Sighing lightly, Palmer pulled the copy of the Prophet that had come with the morning's mail and began to scan over it. At first, there was nothing of interest. One small article caught his eye, however.
Muggle caught trying to get into Diagon, he read, moving his lips silently with the words. Palmer lifted an eyebrow slightly, wondering what that was all about.