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Music to Soothe the Soul {ISO: Prim} |
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Posts: 1701 Member Since:07/29/06 Mar 13 16 9:24 AM
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Monday, 9 March 1987 Music Room 4:25 PM Connor had lingered around the hospital wing after Madam Pomfrey had kicked him out until he had to go to his detention. He'd come right back afterwards, and tried to see her again, but he'd been denied. And so, he set himself up in the corridor just outside the doors with his schoolwork and wrote his potions essay, read the required chapters for History of Magic, tried to check on Gloria, worked on his charms essay, completed his runes journal entries, tried to check on Gloria. Eventually, he had no choice but to go back to his room (he’d skipped dinner) because curfew approached. He didn’t sleep well, and Callum and Tony had a bit of a time getting him to get up for their early morning detention. He dragged through it, coughing a bit and feeling far more tired than he felt he should. By the time he arrived in the Great Hall, fifteen minutes before the end of meal time, his muscles ached. Taking his usual spot at the end of the Ravenclaw table, he made a face at the food as he rubbed at his eyes. Did being overly tired make eyes itch? He wasn’t sure. What he wanted to do was to head to the Hospital Wing and check on Gloria, not sit here and stare at food that he felt should be appetizing but seemed decidedly not so. Knowing that his continued survival at this school meant going to every class now, he dragged himself through each, and then stopped by the Hospital Wing at the end of Defense. He was allowed two minutes. He yawned his way through lunch, eating barely a bite, and wondering if a nap might not be a good idea after his next round of classes. And he might have, but he ran into Prim on his way out of the Herbology classroom and she convinced him to meet her at after their last class. He went, first, to check on Gloria, Pomfrey watching him like a hawk. Rubbing at his eyes and stifling a yawn on his way out, he made it to the music room. "Whatcha got for me, Little Thief?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes after he dropped his heavy bag to the floor and took a lazy seat in one of the chairs scattered about the piano.
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