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Avie loved Hogwarts, but these classes were almost impossible for him, the teen found each one of them so impossibly hard, the only one he managed with was Muggle Studies and that was because Avie's knowledge of muggles was a little better, he had been raised around a muggle sort of environment it was easier for him to understand it, even if he couldn't really do the work. The teen was working hard, as hard as he could but so easily distracted and frustrated by his lack of progress it was difficult to make himself stay focused on the task at hand. He was working hard, or well, Avie's definition of hard but he wasn't making much progress, watching the films was a good method of attempting to learn to read because the boy simply enjoyed the films but he was easily distracted by the colourful moving images to pay too much attention to what was written in the subtitles but there had been small almost unnoticeable improvements, and though Avie couldn't see it he was determined to never give up, and so he was just going to keep going. The teen had always been that kind of person, though he understood so little of the world around him, he was the type of person who just kept going, he hadn't begun thinking of the future but he felt confident in himself that no matter what he'd be okay, despite his lack of brains he'd amassed himself some fairly loyal friends whom he could only imagine would always stand with him and help him once out of the school.
The teen had found himself in the owlery, a lack of better things to do had brought him to this room, but he didn't have a letter to send, without his mother he had no reason to write home, he enjoyed messing around with his dog and spending time with his stuff and his toys but the boy didn't feel like that was home any more, but it didn't matter, he was in the owlery and he messing around with the owls. Throwing up food and throwing the occasional small rock at the owls, causing a little bit of chaos to occur within the room. The teen was just happily playing from after lunch until the sun had begun setting in the distance. He stopped playing as the room was basked in the late afternoon sun, and from within his pocket he pulled out a few of rocks from the deeper part of the lake, a place he hadn't yet managed to return to, too many failed spells had rocked his confidence about it a little. He pulled out all the rocks and lined them up on ledge looking out at the sun, he then placed Rockie amongst them and began to play with the rocks, giving them all little ridiculous names moving them occasional as with the plot of his terrible story, Avie was imaginative but he was hardly a story teller, he just loved fun. The teen grinned happily to himself but he took a moment to look out at the setting sun and was stopped in his fun as tears sprung to his eyes, his mind had shifted so suddenly back to his mother and really just how much he missed her, they hadn't even been as close as Avie imagined they had been, he missed her so much. The teen carried on playing imagining what his mother would say if she was playing with him, he was just trying to get his fun and brush the tears away from his eyes.
The teen had found himself in the owlery, a lack of better things to do had brought him to this room, but he didn't have a letter to send, without his mother he had no reason to write home, he enjoyed messing around with his dog and spending time with his stuff and his toys but the boy didn't feel like that was home any more, but it didn't matter, he was in the owlery and he messing around with the owls. Throwing up food and throwing the occasional small rock at the owls, causing a little bit of chaos to occur within the room. The teen was just happily playing from after lunch until the sun had begun setting in the distance. He stopped playing as the room was basked in the late afternoon sun, and from within his pocket he pulled out a few of rocks from the deeper part of the lake, a place he hadn't yet managed to return to, too many failed spells had rocked his confidence about it a little. He pulled out all the rocks and lined them up on ledge looking out at the sun, he then placed Rockie amongst them and began to play with the rocks, giving them all little ridiculous names moving them occasional as with the plot of his terrible story, Avie was imaginative but he was hardly a story teller, he just loved fun. The teen grinned happily to himself but he took a moment to look out at the setting sun and was stopped in his fun as tears sprung to his eyes, his mind had shifted so suddenly back to his mother and really just how much he missed her, they hadn't even been as close as Avie imagined they had been, he missed her so much. The teen carried on playing imagining what his mother would say if she was playing with him, he was just trying to get his fun and brush the tears away from his eyes.