Open Waiting

[Leonardo Orr]

Leonardo was sitting on a bench at the edge of town looking out at the water on the harbour. He’d been sitting there for about an hour so far, he had a book open on his lap, some muggle history book about the peloponnesian war, he had a pencil in hand making small notes in the margins of the pages. He was rather pleased the day was still warm, so that despite some growing stiffness in his bones he at least wasn’t cold. He just was getting bored, and his serious brown eyes were staring blankly at the water.. His grandfather had brought him to the village just after breakfast and told him to wait, that he’d be back soon. Leo had brought the book and pencil just on the off chance something like this happened, which seemed like good foresight. His grandfather had admittedly been rather obsessed with muggle wars and battle formations so perhaps there was something there that had dragged him away but Leo didn’t know. All he knew was that he was left sitting on a bench alone, his bones stiff and reluctant to leave in case his granddad came back. He twirled the pencil absently in his hand and looked back down at the book. His grandfather’s teaching recently had been at quite a pace, one he wasn’t good at keeping up with, so at least this quiet time was giving him more time to catch up. It just didn’t stop the material and the book being dry and dull to him and for his attention to be dragged away from it easily.​