- Messages
- 590
- Wand
- Curved 9 1/2 Inch Flexible Chestnut Wand with Mermaid Scale Core
- Age
- 2/2020
It didn't take Preston long to settle into the routine that came with being back at the school. It was taking him a bit longer to adjust to his promise to himself to hand in assignments on time, but he was sure that with some help he could be motivated to do so. It was easy enough when he avoided distractions, but that was the issue. Distractions were everywhere. In Slytherin house, his housemates were always up to something interesting so he never got much done there unless it was the evening quiet hours. And, lately, he'd been distracted by many other things too, the number of pretty girls around the school being the primary one. Over the summer, Preston had begun to notice that girls were actually nice to look at and they smelled pretty nice too. It was a far cry from the idea he'd harbored only a few years before about girls having cooties. He still had no ideas what cooties were, but he was sure now that a girl couldn't have them. Snapping out of the daze he'd been in watching the blonde ponytail of the Hufflepuff who sat in front of him in class, Preston quickly jotted down the assignment and left. It was kind of neat to have classes with all of the other houses at once.
Carrying his books under his arm, Preston entered the castle and made quick work of dropping his school stuff off and picking up his sketch book. He headed to the steps, climbing up and up and up until he reached the fifth floor. He'd caught glimpse out of a window the other day and had promised to himself that he would return when he had a chance. Leaning against the window, Preston quickly began to sketch his view of the gardens and the rosebush. He would use the sketch later in his dorm room to actually ink the lines that he was drawing. Perhaps he'd give it to his mother for Christmas. It was a nice, normal picture devoid of any hints of magic. Even she wouldn't be able to find fault with it when he had finished. Working in earnest, Preston drowned out the sounds around him as he pressed on, his pencil making quick work of a tiny hedge.
Carrying his books under his arm, Preston entered the castle and made quick work of dropping his school stuff off and picking up his sketch book. He headed to the steps, climbing up and up and up until he reached the fifth floor. He'd caught glimpse out of a window the other day and had promised to himself that he would return when he had a chance. Leaning against the window, Preston quickly began to sketch his view of the gardens and the rosebush. He would use the sketch later in his dorm room to actually ink the lines that he was drawing. Perhaps he'd give it to his mother for Christmas. It was a nice, normal picture devoid of any hints of magic. Even she wouldn't be able to find fault with it when he had finished. Working in earnest, Preston drowned out the sounds around him as he pressed on, his pencil making quick work of a tiny hedge.