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Samia · 11-12-2025, 09:37 AM

Adrian was in a mood. A mood that had him dragging his feet through the loud castle and to class - all the while ignoring everyone as he made it to a corner desk to stand by. He would have liked to stay in bed today but he was rarely getting anything he wanted these days. The spring air outside didn’t help much. It was too bright, too warm, too… cheerful. All it did was make the ache in his chest worse, the kind that smelled like wet pavement after rain and home-cooked food from a place he wasn’t going back to anytime soon.

He’d told himself he didn’t miss home, just the silence that came with it. But that was a lie, and he was tired of pretending he didn’t know it. Leaning against one of the desks under the canopy, he picked at a loose thread on his sleeve and tried not to think about the way things had blown up with Minerva over winter break. The shouting. The slammed doors. But as he failed miserably to do so, he exhaled sharply and glanced toward the edge of the Sanctuary to distract himself. The smell of damp grass and animal pens was not exactly inviting. “Great,” he muttered under his breath, voice dry. “Exactly what I need. A lesson with extra manure.”

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Samia Granian Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: sappyville♥ Posts: 21,060 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marina García Massey Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Adrian García Massey Slytherin Fourth Year x5	Adrian Garcïa Massey \| Fourth Year, Slytherin sappysapper MAJNOO, YO! Adrian was in a mood. A mood that had him dragging his feet through the loud castle and to class - all the while ignoring everyone as he made it to a corner desk to stand by. He would have liked to stay in bed today but he was rarely getting anything he wanted these days. The spring air outside didn’t help much. It was too bright, too warm, too… cheerful. All it did was make the ache in his chest worse, the kind that smelled like wet pavement after rain and home-cooked food from a place he wasn’t going back to anytime soon. He’d told himself he didn’t miss home, just the silence that came with it. But that was a lie, and he was tired of pretending he didn’t know it. Leaning against one of the desks under the canopy, he picked at a loose thread on his sleeve and tried not to think about the way things had blown up with Minerva over winter break. The shouting. The slammed doors. But as he failed miserably to do so, he exhaled sharply and glanced toward the edge of the Sanctuary to distract himself. The smell of damp grass and animal pens was not exactly inviting. “Great,” he muttered under his breath, voice dry. “Exactly what I need. A lesson with extra manure.” __________________ ......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless ...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥