 Eh, why not curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Caleb was exhausted. Exhausted was putting it lightly, actually - he was bone tired. He wasn't sure he would ever remember what it felt like to be awake and well rested ever again.
But the upside of this was - OWLs were done. He didn't have to worry about them ever again...until he got his scores in a few weeks, of course. Oh, and then he had to turn his attention to NEWTs now. So there was that.
Caleb was starting to seriously think he'd go grey from all the stress he was under. Maybe he should take up yoga or something.
Wandering into the prefect's compartment, Caleb was relieved to see that it was only Marigold and Gabe - they weren't going to be too chatty, probably. Ruby's brother certainly had never been the talkative one around him. "Marigold. Gabe," he said in greeting, nodding at each of them as he spoke. Then, he plopped down on the seat next to the window, turned and rested his head against the wall, and popped his hoodie from his Slytherin pullover over his head, shielding his eyes.
Alright. Naptime.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |