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Graeme was struggling, he was sitting in the Student lounge, just staring at the book that was open in front of him. He was meant to be studying for the potions class, and while he didn't have a test or anything like that, it was one of his weaker subjects so he'd decided to try to fix it by doing a bit of studying. But, it had become very clear very quickly that studying was not his strongest trait. He liked practicing the spells, and actually doing the potions, but the reading and just learning part of things seemed to be something that he now struggled with. It hadn't really been anything that he had struggled with before, but Hogwarts was slightly more intense than his home, and in his home there were times when he had just simply been alone and bored and those two thing generally lead to him just doing homework. Hogwarts was not the same as this. It was incredibly different. There were constantly people everywhere. He mind was always in about a hundred other places than where it should actually be. All of these things just boiled down to the fact that while he had his book open at the correct page, he'd been at that page for a good ten minutes. He had just been staring at the words, neither moving forward or taking any of it in actually. So this posed a small problem, he was getting no where, he was bored, but he felt like he should be studying. Which he clearly wasn't. Looking up from his book, the boy glanced around the room. There were a couple of students dotted about the place, but it wasn't like it was an overly busy room. he also saw no one that he actually knew which didn't actually help anything. He was just stuck sitting with his book open in front of him, doing nothing.
Graeme stood up, he was bored, and not getting anywhere, there was no use pretending, so he got to his feet and just walked around the table once. Just hoping that perhaps this method would allow himself to actually get beyond that page he'd be on for too long. After this one round of the table, Graeme just stopped where all his stuff was, where he'd been sitting. Glanced around the room again. This was pointless. He was getting no where. Kneeling down the boy pulled his bag out from where it had been underneath the table, and opening it up tried to find something that he could do. Something that was more interesting that what he was currently doing. Anything really. Graeme only managed to find more books. A couple of bits of paper. Nothing. Graeme groaned, shoving his bag back underneath the table and sitting himself back down on his chair. He gave a small sigh and looked back at the book. But, as he did, he once again realised that this was utterly pointless. Graeme pushed his chair back, and while holding the book began to balance the chair, using the table to make sure the chair would stay upright and so he had control. he placed the book on his lap and just stared at the words, letting his mind wander as he took nothing of the words in.
Graeme stood up, he was bored, and not getting anywhere, there was no use pretending, so he got to his feet and just walked around the table once. Just hoping that perhaps this method would allow himself to actually get beyond that page he'd be on for too long. After this one round of the table, Graeme just stopped where all his stuff was, where he'd been sitting. Glanced around the room again. This was pointless. He was getting no where. Kneeling down the boy pulled his bag out from where it had been underneath the table, and opening it up tried to find something that he could do. Something that was more interesting that what he was currently doing. Anything really. Graeme only managed to find more books. A couple of bits of paper. Nothing. Graeme groaned, shoving his bag back underneath the table and sitting himself back down on his chair. He gave a small sigh and looked back at the book. But, as he did, he once again realised that this was utterly pointless. Graeme pushed his chair back, and while holding the book began to balance the chair, using the table to make sure the chair would stay upright and so he had control. he placed the book on his lap and just stared at the words, letting his mind wander as he took nothing of the words in.