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Jeremiah walked quickly from the Gryffindor Common Room. He wasn't in a very good mood at all. He had basically been in a bad mood since yesterday, and he had hoped that going to sleep early would help, but it had not. He was just more irritated. He wasn't sure why he was annoyed, but he was. Dante was not much help either. Families were supposed to make one feel good, no? Well, there was obviously something wrong with the relationship he had with his little brother. He doubted that Dante made anyone feel better. He was far too apathetic for that ability. Jeremiah ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted to meet up with Khione or Ryder, they always made him feel better. They were very bubbly people and he could never be in a bad mood around them. But, he had not been able to find Khione. The small girl was in his house, but since breakfast she just disappeared. Ryder was even more difficult to find. The Hufflepuff had sat at the Gryffindor table to eat this morning, but when Miah had to quickly run an errand, he too disappeared.
Jeremaih now regretted talking to his little brother this morning, otherwise he would still be with Khione and Ryder. The Gryffindor straightened up his robes and walked through the courtyard. It was a nice courtyard at least. His hands gripped his violin case and he placed it on a stone seat. Rarely had he had time to play his beloved violin. It usually kept him in a good mood because it provided a distraction. He put the instrument to his neck and began to play a soft, mildly depressing tune, just to reveal his irritated emotion a little more.
Jeremaih now regretted talking to his little brother this morning, otherwise he would still be with Khione and Ryder. The Gryffindor straightened up his robes and walked through the courtyard. It was a nice courtyard at least. His hands gripped his violin case and he placed it on a stone seat. Rarely had he had time to play his beloved violin. It usually kept him in a good mood because it provided a distraction. He put the instrument to his neck and began to play a soft, mildly depressing tune, just to reveal his irritated emotion a little more.