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- 9/2019 (42)
It was only two weeks back, and already the young gryffindor cub was feeling the pressure of the new term. As excitable, and unpredictable as he could be on any given day. There were some things that were pretty obvious. He got tired, and often fell asleep in not the best places. For that certain, day, or well night then morning, it had all started following the second herbology lesson. While he had thoroughly enjoy the lesson, and had plenty of amazing pictures, he had discovered that while he dealt with most ways of wizarding transport pretty well, there were just somethings that he didn't deal with well. And one of those things turned out to be portkeys. He had gotten back to the school, and had after a few moments walking to the library to do some work he had promptly lost his breakfast all over the floor of the boy's bathroom on the second floor. It hadn't been good, and it had left the young teen feeling incredibly drained. However, this didn't stop his day from continuing. He still had plenty to do. He had taken some extra pictures around the school for the yearbook, general pictures that could fill up the background. He knew he could use the same as the ones the year before, but he got the impression people liked looking for themselves in the pictures. So it did no harm to put new pictures in. It was nice. This had however lead him to being in the great hall, where the smell of freshly made food, caused yet more upset to his slightly weakened stomach. Which meant that the teen had left in a hurry. After this, as part of his usual daily, or almost every day training, he went for a run around the pitch, and then practiced his flying. Which took him up to dinner. The boy had been exhausted, and had planned to sleep until the next day but when he had gotten back to the dorm, the monochromatic teen had noticed that he had some extra homework to do that he'd forgotten about. He grabbed his belongings, all the stuff he would need to study, and do the work necessary. As well as switching the contacts for the glasses. Honestly the teen knew he could've left it to the next day. But, he had other plans for the next day. He had decided that enough was enough and he deeply desired to see B. So, he decided to try to get all of it done, so that he could owl her, and he could at long last spend some time with the girl that had missed holding the hand of. Although, his plan had been interrupted, when some poor first year girl had lost her cat, and had enlisted Tybalt to help out. Finally, at much too late a time, but still before the curfew, he made it to the student lounge. Setting himself down at the back, by the roaring fire, books, papers and everything else surrounding him. Although, the entire day, the past two weeks had taken it's toll on him. He was a light sleeper, he slept less and less. He was exhausted.
Beginning his work, the teen struggled to keep himself awake. He kept feeling his eyes close. Kept feeling his head bob as he drifted to sleep. Eventually, he just walked around the room an attempt to wake himself up. Left his things, and walked and walked. Hoping to get his energy up. This in the end didn't help. Instead the teen settled back on the sofa, more exhausted than before. Lay on his side and just watched the fire. He let the fire dance around in his vision. Tybalt had always known that this term would be hard. He knew that. He wasn't ever thinking that it would be easy. He did so much, he was on the quidditch team, which he worked endlessly hard. He still every so often had those small pangs of fear as he looked over the edge of his broom, staring down at the ground below. He was working through those. Making himself better, faster, stronger. On top of that, he had taken all but one elective, had taken part in maybe too many clubs, and the yearbook. He did all the homework, all the reading. When he was with others, he had to be the excited Ty. Young, full of life and always looking for fun. Tybalt was all those things but, sometimes he just needed a little bit of a break. A bit of time to wind down, and just relax. He had quickly discovered that he got very little of it with all the other things that he did. Everything he did he wouldn't change for the world. Not the sports, the friends, the classes, B. All of it, he would keep it the way it was. He just wished that he had his cousin, or his brother. He didn't have either, he was alone. With many friends around him, who were roughly in the same boat as him. The talk with Stefan about his eye sight, still played in his mind often enough that his own wonder about it grew. He often thought about if his brother would've wanted it. He felt it grow as he stared into the fire. What would he see, if he could truly see it. The teen rubbed his eyes tiredly. Stretching where he was lying. He settled back, somehow a part of him realised he should go back to the dorm. If he was to be caught, he'd be in a lot of trouble. It was pretty far past curfew, but the teen couldn't stop it. The minute he closed his eyes, the long day caught up with him, and he simply fell asleep. Becoming completely unaware of his surroundings. Letting the soft couch mess his hair further, letting the warmth the fire emitted wrap around him like a blanket. The glasses fell from where he had been holding them, falling to the floor, and sliding across part of the floor. Within seconds, the teen was deeply asleep. The soft sounds of his breathing as he slept meddling in to the noise of the fire.
Beginning his work, the teen struggled to keep himself awake. He kept feeling his eyes close. Kept feeling his head bob as he drifted to sleep. Eventually, he just walked around the room an attempt to wake himself up. Left his things, and walked and walked. Hoping to get his energy up. This in the end didn't help. Instead the teen settled back on the sofa, more exhausted than before. Lay on his side and just watched the fire. He let the fire dance around in his vision. Tybalt had always known that this term would be hard. He knew that. He wasn't ever thinking that it would be easy. He did so much, he was on the quidditch team, which he worked endlessly hard. He still every so often had those small pangs of fear as he looked over the edge of his broom, staring down at the ground below. He was working through those. Making himself better, faster, stronger. On top of that, he had taken all but one elective, had taken part in maybe too many clubs, and the yearbook. He did all the homework, all the reading. When he was with others, he had to be the excited Ty. Young, full of life and always looking for fun. Tybalt was all those things but, sometimes he just needed a little bit of a break. A bit of time to wind down, and just relax. He had quickly discovered that he got very little of it with all the other things that he did. Everything he did he wouldn't change for the world. Not the sports, the friends, the classes, B. All of it, he would keep it the way it was. He just wished that he had his cousin, or his brother. He didn't have either, he was alone. With many friends around him, who were roughly in the same boat as him. The talk with Stefan about his eye sight, still played in his mind often enough that his own wonder about it grew. He often thought about if his brother would've wanted it. He felt it grow as he stared into the fire. What would he see, if he could truly see it. The teen rubbed his eyes tiredly. Stretching where he was lying. He settled back, somehow a part of him realised he should go back to the dorm. If he was to be caught, he'd be in a lot of trouble. It was pretty far past curfew, but the teen couldn't stop it. The minute he closed his eyes, the long day caught up with him, and he simply fell asleep. Becoming completely unaware of his surroundings. Letting the soft couch mess his hair further, letting the warmth the fire emitted wrap around him like a blanket. The glasses fell from where he had been holding them, falling to the floor, and sliding across part of the floor. Within seconds, the teen was deeply asleep. The soft sounds of his breathing as he slept meddling in to the noise of the fire.