InsaneJournal

He realized this was last minute, this whole finishing his homework thing, and that staying up later than usual scrawling on the last inch of parchment or so wasn't really going to improve things, but the last thing Danny wanted was another bloody lecture about responsibility or something, whether it be from his Mum and Dad or one of the professors here.  He got passable marks, really he did.  Well.  In most classes, anyways,  If there weren't so much ruddy writing involved, he'd be far more cheerful about it all, he thought as he plunked a period down on the last sentence and sat back in his chair to reread.

Right, so it sounded like a lot of rubbish, but it also sounded a lot like what the Professor had said, so he was calling it a job (partly) well done.  Or done, at least.  He waited for the ink to dry a bit before begining to roll the paper up, tossing it unceremoniously into his bag and leaning back in the chair again.

Right.  What now?