Lawrence Andrew Cavell
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Enzo shifted in his seat,how long had he been sitting there? He glanced up from the book in his right hand with squinty eyes,when did more people get here? He let out a soft sigh and sniffled his nose, still no point in moving. There were no classes that day, so why bother? He was falling behind on his book so at some point when Enzo woke up from his sleep that he would delay practicing his guitar for a few hours to catch up on his reading. Enzo rubbed his eyelids with his thumb and middle finger in thought,so he had been sitting there from when he woke up to now, which appeared to be a little past noon. "Goodness." He mumbled to himself, "I should get up," he continued, dropping his fingers from his eyes to the thin pages of his book, "in a few minutes." With that said, he chuckled to himself, continuing to read.
Despite the number of the people in the hallway, he was able to keep his concentration on the book. It was probably not the best choice of location, but one could suppose it depends on the time of day. The morning was silent while the afternoon was much more lively. After reading for a little longer, Enzo finally put down the book and stretched his legs out, adding in a small yawn. Setting the book down to his side, Enzo pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pant pockets. He quickly spotted a small cracker on the table before him and pulled out his wand--"Scribblifors." Transfiguring the cracker into a quill. He scrunched up his nose once more and began writing down on the parchment. If anyone had been standing behind him, they would have seen that he wasn't just writing, but he was creating music.
Despite the number of the people in the hallway, he was able to keep his concentration on the book. It was probably not the best choice of location, but one could suppose it depends on the time of day. The morning was silent while the afternoon was much more lively. After reading for a little longer, Enzo finally put down the book and stretched his legs out, adding in a small yawn. Setting the book down to his side, Enzo pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pant pockets. He quickly spotted a small cracker on the table before him and pulled out his wand--"Scribblifors." Transfiguring the cracker into a quill. He scrunched up his nose once more and began writing down on the parchment. If anyone had been standing behind him, they would have seen that he wasn't just writing, but he was creating music.