~ Open Post ~ you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway. The Boathouse was just where you might expect a quiet boy like Maxie Barton Anderson-Belfort to frequent, and frequent he did. The place had become, slowly but surely. one of his more beloved study spots, not just for it's solitude but for it's sounds. The gentle waves against the dock. The soft hoot of the wild owls perched up in in the deepest corners of the rafters. The windrushing through the walls. He felt lost in time here.
A book splayed across his lap, a small brown bag with snacks by his side, and a thermos of tea to keep him company.. what more did the Hufflepuff need? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
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