Post by Lachlan Hollingworth on May 21, 2011 0:26:41 GMT 10
There was a large sitting area off to the side of the common area in the Ameraid palace. Lachlan had been sitting in a large comfortable stuffed armchair for the last hour or so, engrossed in a book. The book had nothing to do with any of his school work, but was interesting nonetheless. The cover of it was slightly damaged but well worn from much use. He had borrowed it from the private Ameraid library early in the evening previous. He enjoyed the Ameraid library, it held many books that weren't in the school's public library and the books themselves were in far better condition. Ameraids respected their books.
With his legs up on a coffee table, comfortably nestled into the chair, Lachlan knew that if he allowed himself, he would sit there and read all day. It was saturday morning and although he was in seventh year, he had already finished all of his homework. He knew he should be studying for his exams, but they were several months away and he felt the need to relax. His head was killing him. Today he had closed him mind off from all the other Ameraids. While being a telepath had it's many uses, one of the downfalls was the constant chatter he had to work to keep out. Another was the headaches. He wasn't sure if any of his housemates got headaches, and he would never broach the subject. He was nothing if not grateful for his gift.
Snapping his book shut with a sigh, Lachlan leaned forward to place it on the coffee table next to his bag. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do for the rest of the morning, but he was quite sure the weather was nice. He could always take his broom for a spin on the Quidditch pitch. He was captain after all, but he just didn't feel like it today. The whole school, his house especially, was still mourning the loss of Finneas Mark, one of their own. Nobody felt like doing anything. It was hard to get motivated when you could hear the sadness in your mind all the time.
What Lachlan needed was a distraction...
With his legs up on a coffee table, comfortably nestled into the chair, Lachlan knew that if he allowed himself, he would sit there and read all day. It was saturday morning and although he was in seventh year, he had already finished all of his homework. He knew he should be studying for his exams, but they were several months away and he felt the need to relax. His head was killing him. Today he had closed him mind off from all the other Ameraids. While being a telepath had it's many uses, one of the downfalls was the constant chatter he had to work to keep out. Another was the headaches. He wasn't sure if any of his housemates got headaches, and he would never broach the subject. He was nothing if not grateful for his gift.
Snapping his book shut with a sigh, Lachlan leaned forward to place it on the coffee table next to his bag. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do for the rest of the morning, but he was quite sure the weather was nice. He could always take his broom for a spin on the Quidditch pitch. He was captain after all, but he just didn't feel like it today. The whole school, his house especially, was still mourning the loss of Finneas Mark, one of their own. Nobody felt like doing anything. It was hard to get motivated when you could hear the sadness in your mind all the time.
What Lachlan needed was a distraction...