Closed Stupid Stick

[Sunday Weeks]

Sunday was struggling to get through her classes, and that just wouldn't be acceptable. She had to take care of this, she had to get on top of this stupid, stubborn wand. She'd gone to the trophy room, figuring there was less traffic there, and had set up a few little stuffed animals on an empty shelf so she could practice her magic. Nothing crazy- just Repello. If she could just get the hang of using her wand, she could make her wand work for the harder spells.

As it was, however, Sunday was a mess- sweaty, panting, her hair falling out of her perfect bun and making it messy, her pullover hanging off her shoulder. Two of the four were pushed back marginally and one had hit the floor. Sunday cursed loudly, throwing the wand to the ground (a little piece of her hoping it would snap) and watching the wood just roll away from her in a lazy arc, almost as if it was mocking her. She groaned, dragging her hands over her tousled hair as she hung her head.

 

[Cyrus Thorne]

Cyrus was a little lost in thought as he wandered through the third-floor corridor, his mind drifting from one thing to another. He wasn't exactly sure where he was headed, just that he needed someplace quiet and peaceful. As he passed the trophy room, he paused and realized it was a fairly quiet spot. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, planning to just wander around and look at some of the older trophies for a little while, enjoying the silence.

But as soon as he entered, he spotted someone else there, a girl from his year. He blinked, surprised to see Sunday, who always seemed so put-together in class, looking disheveled and frustrated. Stuffed animals were scattered around, and her wand was lying on the floor. Cyrus hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should say something or quietly leave. After a beat, he cleared his throat. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly.