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- 9/2019 (42)
Tybalt had been studying like crazy. He was just doing that with all his time. Aside from Quidditch, the teen didn't do anything but study. His exams weren't until the next semester but he had to get ahead of the game now. He had to push through and just continue working. But, he was getting little sleep, and it was slowly having an effect on the teen, though with his eyesight, he really couldn't see it. The darkness around his eyes, growing with each night of low sleep. The young Gryffindor had always done fairly well. He tried to at least, but it didn't come without him putting in a lot of work. He worked incredibly hard, and this was seen in the fact that he studied a lot. The teen had began to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, so he needed to focus, he couldn't fail at this, though he knew he had many options open to him if he chose to do something else. He'd set himself up well, with all of these classes, but it was right now, he realised he'd perhaps taken a few too many. He had so much work to do. If he could achieve anything from his time at Hogwarts it would be advising the younger students to not be as stupid as him. For them to pick two, at most three. Not four. Four was that bit too much. Ty wanted to do well in all his classes, but he knew that it would be hard to achieve. This all being said, the amount of work that Tybalt had made for himself was taking it's toll on him. He no longer had a clear grasp on what day it was. He was going by whatever his roommates were saying, but that wasn't always clear. Finally, after spending way too long just in his dorm room, he decided that he needed a break.
Wandering around the school halls, the boy realised on tired he truly was. He couldn't remember when he'd last slept the entire way through the night and well. Now, all he got were the odd few hours here and there. Tybalt realised that this just wasn't right either. His entire body felt so heavy. It just didn't feel right. He realised he needed to wake himself up. Even if it was just a little bit. Which was why he noticed a door that he was sure was supposed to be a bathroom, he decided to head inside. However, when he went to open the door, it was jammed ever so slightly. The boy wasn't going to give up that easily. The wand in his pocket was forgotten, and the teen just used all the strength he could to loosen the door. With a firm push, the boy was able to get the door open, but not without the sudden movement jerking him forward and smacking his head off the door. "F##K" the teen exclaimed as he continued into the room, a hand raised to where he'd hit his head. God that had hurt. That had awoken him enough. Entering the room, the boy went straight to the sinks and opened the tap, removing his hand from his head, he carefully washed his hands. His head was feeling pretty sore now, but from what he could tell it would be alright, a small bruise perhaps. He didn't think to just look in the mirror to see what it was like, because he would've noticed a pretty big bruise beginning to form. Instead the boy shook his head and looked around for something to wipe them on, and it was then he realised this wasn't a bathroom he remembered. It wasn't one he'd been in before, it was just as he realised this that he heard the door move.
Wandering around the school halls, the boy realised on tired he truly was. He couldn't remember when he'd last slept the entire way through the night and well. Now, all he got were the odd few hours here and there. Tybalt realised that this just wasn't right either. His entire body felt so heavy. It just didn't feel right. He realised he needed to wake himself up. Even if it was just a little bit. Which was why he noticed a door that he was sure was supposed to be a bathroom, he decided to head inside. However, when he went to open the door, it was jammed ever so slightly. The boy wasn't going to give up that easily. The wand in his pocket was forgotten, and the teen just used all the strength he could to loosen the door. With a firm push, the boy was able to get the door open, but not without the sudden movement jerking him forward and smacking his head off the door. "F##K" the teen exclaimed as he continued into the room, a hand raised to where he'd hit his head. God that had hurt. That had awoken him enough. Entering the room, the boy went straight to the sinks and opened the tap, removing his hand from his head, he carefully washed his hands. His head was feeling pretty sore now, but from what he could tell it would be alright, a small bruise perhaps. He didn't think to just look in the mirror to see what it was like, because he would've noticed a pretty big bruise beginning to form. Instead the boy shook his head and looked around for something to wipe them on, and it was then he realised this wasn't a bathroom he remembered. It wasn't one he'd been in before, it was just as he realised this that he heard the door move.