Post by gabriel jon nook on Feb 22, 2011 10:53:40 GMT -5
Gabriel lay in his bed counting his breaths. He had no classes in the morning and he hated it. During his sixth year almost all of his classes were in the morning and he was done half way through the day and could wander and cause as much trouble as he wanted for the whole rest of the day. With classes in the morning though he just had to sit and wait for the trecherous hour that led him to sit in a classroom listening to a teacher drone on about things that he fancided didn't effect him in any way. Plus, today he had potions first. He had always excelled at potions which was why he kept with it, but how he did hate it.
He sat up and realized there was no point in sitting by himself in his dormitory. Rolling out of bed he half dressed in his uniform, although the t shirt with the worn logo of some resteraunt by his house that he wore to bed replaced his dress shirt.
Slipping out of the portrait as some first years came in he made his way out onto the grounds. It was still fresh outside and he wanted nothing more than to take a brisk run, but he did not want to get sweaty before he really started his day. Instead he walked to the Quidditch Pitch, climbing high into the stands he stared out at the empty field. He had been on the team since his fifth year and loved it to death, but part of him missed sitting in the stands watching. No pressure was in the stands, only friends. That and nobody ever hated you for missing the quaffle when your in the stands.
He sighed and leaned back, the wind blowing his hair back. This was going to be a long day. He could tell already.
