Post by Benjamin Penrose on Jun 24, 2015 22:18:11 GMT -5
there is a light that brings me back
it takes me to the right horizon
A porcelain hand provided sensitive eyes cover from the sun's unrelenting rays as they beat down upon the figure leaned up against a stone wall. In his hand, he grasped a rolled up stack of parchment. There had yet to be a single stroke of ink on its surface. The day had been filled of hide and seek, or so the sixth year viewed it. He'd gone parading throughout the entirety of the school, searching far and wide for a male student he had yet to encounter in his life. Ironically, he had no clue what the student looked like. It was no shock his attempts at locating him had been futile. On the verge of giving up, he decided to retire in the courtyard. Rest his aching feet. Tugging on the collar of his robes, he fanned himself. With the rest, his mind began to whirl. Belittling himself, he was quite aggravated he'd sent himself on mission impossible. The only thing he knew about his target was that he belonged to the Ravenclaw house. A fellow struggling student had claimed to receive assistance in schoolwork from the peer once before. However, he failed to recall the male's name, let alone his appearance.
An exasperated sigh flew past his lips, eyebrows furrowing in arrant discontent. He needed aide with his homework, and the only friend he had was a bit dim-witted. Last time he approached his best friend for help, he got a P on the assignment. An A was all he needed. He was never one to reach for the stars and try to grab hold of an O. It was too far-fetched for a student such as himself. One that lacked academic ambitions. Never one to get all wound up over school.
An essay for History of Magic was in dire need of completion and the boy hadn't even begun. Essays will be the death of me.. Not only did Benjamin have trouble putting his thoughts into words, it proved even more trying to write them coherently on parchment. How did he go about writing on the Israelite-Philistine war? The boy wasn't incompetent. He understood the basics of writing papers. One must never jump straight into their information. Another problem? He hardly knew the information. Paying attention in class was not his forte, unless it had to do Muggles.
Running nimble fingers through his downy deep brown locks, his chocolate eyes dully scanned the courtyard. It was uncharacteristically bare. Hardly any students lounging in the sun's warmth. Creating a pop sound with the use of his lips, his shoulders drooped in defeat. With his back pressed firmly against the wall, he slid down till he was sitting upon the cool, rough surface of the ground. Folding his legs, he brought the parchment into his lap. It was time to get cracking on this assignment. The day was aging, and he no longer had the privilege to waltz around in search of the Ravenclaw. He could only hope whatever he decided to pull out of depths of his brain would be sufficient enough to full the Professor. Even though he knew all too well that that method worked to no avail, it gave him something to boost his spirits.
It did not take long for Benjamin's eyes to flutter shut. Head leaning on a nearby pillar, the boy opted for some shut eye. I'll worry about it when I wake up.. Was his last thought before drifting off into a rather peaceful slumber. The previous night he stayed late into the night, working on an amateur sketch of a Hippogriff causing his outburst of a nap.
An exasperated sigh flew past his lips, eyebrows furrowing in arrant discontent. He needed aide with his homework, and the only friend he had was a bit dim-witted. Last time he approached his best friend for help, he got a P on the assignment. An A was all he needed. He was never one to reach for the stars and try to grab hold of an O. It was too far-fetched for a student such as himself. One that lacked academic ambitions. Never one to get all wound up over school.
An essay for History of Magic was in dire need of completion and the boy hadn't even begun. Essays will be the death of me.. Not only did Benjamin have trouble putting his thoughts into words, it proved even more trying to write them coherently on parchment. How did he go about writing on the Israelite-Philistine war? The boy wasn't incompetent. He understood the basics of writing papers. One must never jump straight into their information. Another problem? He hardly knew the information. Paying attention in class was not his forte, unless it had to do Muggles.
Running nimble fingers through his downy deep brown locks, his chocolate eyes dully scanned the courtyard. It was uncharacteristically bare. Hardly any students lounging in the sun's warmth. Creating a pop sound with the use of his lips, his shoulders drooped in defeat. With his back pressed firmly against the wall, he slid down till he was sitting upon the cool, rough surface of the ground. Folding his legs, he brought the parchment into his lap. It was time to get cracking on this assignment. The day was aging, and he no longer had the privilege to waltz around in search of the Ravenclaw. He could only hope whatever he decided to pull out of depths of his brain would be sufficient enough to full the Professor. Even though he knew all too well that that method worked to no avail, it gave him something to boost his spirits.
It did not take long for Benjamin's eyes to flutter shut. Head leaning on a nearby pillar, the boy opted for some shut eye. I'll worry about it when I wake up.. Was his last thought before drifting off into a rather peaceful slumber. The previous night he stayed late into the night, working on an amateur sketch of a Hippogriff causing his outburst of a nap.
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