Justin Finch-Fletchley (pl_justin) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-18 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 september, alexander thibodeaux, justin finch-fletchley |
Who: Justin and Thibs
What: Meeting face-to-face and all.
Where: The Library
When: Friday night 18 September
Rating: Low?
Justin was pretending his education still mattered. No, it did still matter, perhaps more than ever, now that he had nothing to fall back on. He wished he could just have a normal week: no blowups with his family, no magical quarantine domes, no life(or at least magic)-threatening illnesses, no Death Eaters escaping Azkaban, fucking again.
The library, he decided, was too quiet, and it being Friday night was pretty empty as well. It should've been filled with the shuffle of paper and the thumping of books on tables and the scratching of quills. It had some of that, but most of it was coming from Justin as he sat at a table in the back, working on an essay for Herbology. This is how he would spend his Friday nights from now on, considering doing anything else would probably make him angry. He wished he could stop that, the anger, but it was bloody difficult these days.
"Proper conditions include," he read back to himself under his breath, "low-sun conditions in temperate climates with less than 100 centimeters of rain per year. Ash, added to the soil..." He trailed off as a shadow fall over his parchment, and he looked up to see the source.