Little Lion Man

[Asaiah Murphy]

Asaiah's arm had almost fully recovered, and he was happy that he could soon use his arm again because having to write with his left hand didn't do much good to his grades, which he was doing slightly better at now that he actually started reading the subject's chapter before he'd go to sleep every other night. And after what happened at the hospital wing, the Slytherin was being extra careful in case he had to defend himself, which would be pretty hard to do without using his wand because of his injury. So every now and then Asaiah quickly glanced toward the Ravenclaw table while eating his dinner to make sure the Quidditch players weren't walking his way. After the thirteen year old gulped down the pumpkin juice in his goblet, he looked at the table once more before standing up and walking out of the Great Hall, and walked straight towards the Courtyard where he sat down on one of the benches. Letting out a sigh of relief now that the day was officially over and he could let his arm rest in the sling that held it up.