kevin entwhistle. (oflessergods) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-21 17:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | kevin entwistle, penelope clearwater |
Who: Kevin & Open
What: coping.
Where: great hall, mid-morning.
When: Monday.
Rating: Low.
Kevin had never really been the sort to skip classes. If he had been asked, it was likely he couldn't have said the last time he did, if ever. It was funny, now that he was Head Boy (a pin he had conveniently continued to leave behind in his room), that he would. When Madame Pomfrey let them out of quarantine, he couldn't wait to return to something normal. That, of course, quickly derailed when he looked at the work he'd managed to complete and he remembered exactly what classes he had. Charms was sure to be a treat when your wand had become interchangeable with every other twig in the forest. Instead, Kevin decided against getting out of his bed on time. Instead, he wandered down to the Great Hall well after he knew everyone would be in class to scrounge himself breakfast. The good thing about having so many people about the castle was that there was nearly always food to be found in the Great Hall -- not nearly as much foraging through scraps and leftovers as there used to be. Kevin took a seat at the Ravenclaw table for a lack of anywhere else to go, really. Of course it was really just nice to be in a large room. The infirmary was always so small -- especially when it was being shared. Once he'd pulled his plate in front of him, he took to scooting the toast around his plate rather than eating it. |