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Ron felt right exhausted, even more run down than he usually did he‘d wager.

The redhead was currently searching through his trunk recklessly, knees digging into the stone floor of the Braeburn Gryffindor boy’s dorm. He was looking for a certain parchment that had a bunch of Charms notes scribbled (to the point of being indecipherable) onto it. There was a sizeable essay, one of two, due and though he hadn’t procrastinated as long as he typically did--- he had wasted enough time to warrant a mild panic. Feels like that’s all he’s been doing lately really, standing on the edge of a freak out over the large amount of coursework. Learning spell after spell, writing essay after essay and just trying to keep himself afloat and his head above water. Couldn’t for the life of him remember the last time he gotten a break. Played a game of wizard’s chess, went for a fly. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen Harry or Hermione. It’s probably been months if not longer.

Actually, he had seen both of them at breakfast just that morning but it only proved his point that all this school work was starting to turn him into a loon.

It took another minute before he finally found the parchment in question, grabbing it roughly and lifting it into the air, right in front of his face as a made satisfied noise along the lines of ‘aha!’ but more of a grunt than anything else. Ron got to his feet swiftly, moving to grab the rest of his study supplies (two books, few more pieces of parchment and his quill) off the bed before heading towards the door and pushing out into the staircase. The plan was pretty simple: he was going to give himself two hours before he wanted to have at least his introduction and a bit more done. Maybe half way through with the whole thing if his brain could pull it together long enough to focus but Ron wasn’t really betting on that to be happen. At least not today anyway, not with how he was currently feeling.

Things tucked under one of his arms, his pace was quick, making sure to hit each step on the way down. When he got to the bottom he paused in the doorway, blue eyes searching the area for a second or two. The Common Room was thankfully empty of people, noise, and distraction which was going to make this essay mess a bit easier. Ron decided against a table in favor of one of the brown couches near the fireplace because he always said and always would that he worked better the more comfortable he was. It was just a fact, really. Dropping down against the plush cushions, he began to get himself all situated. Setting his quill and the parchment down on the table in front of him along with one of the books, he took the other one and leaned into the corner of the couch, against the back and arm.

He had two hours to make some progress and that’s exactly what he was going to do. Ron opened the book, turned to the specified chapter and began to read.