The first week back to school had not been what Justin had hoped. Sure, it was good to be back in his own bed and surrounded by his dorm-mates, but the obvious destruction of the school, the looming memorial, news of Carrow's escape, the subsequent DA meeting...all of this on top of the scene with his mother at the start of the week had left him absolutely exhausted.
He knew he wasn't himself right now and it bothered him. It bothered him so much that if he hadn't been in the DA he wouldn't have even gone to the memorial. He felt like an imposter. People had died fighting and he hadn't been there to help them, protect them. It wasn't his fault but he still bore the guilt. There was too, too much. He needed away from it all: even Anthony, who had been good to him, but didn't seem to understand. Not that Justin had tried explaining.
He was sad to see when classes started up that week that Neville had been right about the greenhouses. But he'd talked to Professor Sprout about helping to get everything back up to snuff, and that morning seemed like a good time as any. He knew he'd have to go back and clean up for the memorial, but he really didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to lose himself in the work. He stopped outside Greenhouse 3, tying up his hair. He really wanted a smoke but he felt like that was a bad idea. He'd have to save that for when he left the grounds.
He rolled up his sleeves and donned his gloves. Where to start? Maybe with that..."Neville?"