Dean Thomas, Diagon Alley. '8th' year. Easter holidays. Private Dean had been tempted to just lean against the wall of Gringotts, but he rather suspected that the goblins guarding the door would have had something to say about that. Not something nice. Most of the other shops were predominantly window fronted and he was tall, and he was convinced he would get strange looks anyway, so he'd come to the cafe.
It was intensely good to be out of the house. He still had work with him, NEWTs were going to be the death of him if he wasn't careful, but it was only revision notes. He'd only brought them to keep his Mum a bit happier. He just needed a break. He might look at them later.
Right now he just wanted to slump in this chair, smile at the waitress who was bringing him tea and forget that NEWTs existed. Just for ten minutes, with the aid of drawing.
He was working on a drawing of Luna. She was a good friend, and one who would actually sit still enough for him to draw. Technically other people did too, but only when they were hunched over books or almost asleep in chairs. Luna, however, was very accommodating. He'd even borrowed a camera and taken a couple of photos of her for over the holidays.
He'd wanted to draw Seamus, but he had an inability to stay still. Even when he was studying he shifted every minute or two. He'd had to point that out when Seamus had accused him of fancying Luna, thanks to how detailed his picture of her was. His attempt at sitting still had been rather amusing in its awfulness.
Dean managed to mumble a thank you around the pencil clenched between his teeth when his tea was delivered, concentrating on darkening some lines with the one in his hand.