- Messages
- 160
- OOC First Name
- Zephie
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Curly 13 1/2 Inch Sturdy Aspen Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 06/51 (11)
It had been almost seven hours that Eoghan had occupied this particular couch in the student lounge. For the first five, he'd been reading through his Herbology textbooks in the hopes that he'd be able to make more of the subject and use it in a way that would make sense why it was a subject in a magical school in the first place, and for the remaining hours, the first year had been asleep. The book was still in his hands, but now the open pages were against his chest as he'd passed out without the strength to hold it up. Given that it was still the holidays, many students had been out at Brightstone that day so the student lounge was quieter than normal, which is how the Ravenclaw had found himself here to begin with instead of the Common Room. As comfortable as that place was becoming, he hadn't felt like trekking up all those stairs when the library was so close to him here.
The blond didn't dream that afternoon, and as the sun had begun to set behind the clouds and the afternoon had begun to turn to evening, dinner was missed entirely by Eoghan who remained practically motionless, as though the last nine weeks had finally caught up to him. How had it already been this long, and how had so many things changed for him in such a short amount of time? Whatever he'd been expecting from the school, it had certainly given him a different set of experiences than he was expecting and they hadn't even reached Christmas yet. Eoghan didn't even stir when the occasional student walked past, his book like a blanket between his own world and theirs.
The blond didn't dream that afternoon, and as the sun had begun to set behind the clouds and the afternoon had begun to turn to evening, dinner was missed entirely by Eoghan who remained practically motionless, as though the last nine weeks had finally caught up to him. How had it already been this long, and how had so many things changed for him in such a short amount of time? Whatever he'd been expecting from the school, it had certainly given him a different set of experiences than he was expecting and they hadn't even reached Christmas yet. Eoghan didn't even stir when the occasional student walked past, his book like a blanket between his own world and theirs.