Post by Vane Avebury on Sept 16, 2016 20:47:20 GMT
A sneaker clad foot bounced anxiously at the end of a crossed leg, the dirty, wide loops flopping about like a wet noodle. Vane wrinkled his nose at the sight of footwear before sliding his eyes up to identify the owner when his cat, Elspeth, hopped gracefully onto his unfinished essay sprawled out upon the library table he claimed for himself. "There's my girl.", he greeted in a hushed voice, scratching the cat under her chin, the sneaker quickly forgotten. The smokey gray cat was a welcome distraction. Vane had been hard at work explaining the benefits of Clown's Woundwort for Herbology (his Favourite subject), but now, after writing three and half pages, his hand began to tire out and ache. Maybe... just maybe...he was going a bit overboard with this assignment. Even so, he couldn't help himself, the subject was just so fascinating. "I dunno, Els, Professer Sprout always seems to enjoy what I hand in.", he whispered to the cat as she flopped onto her back, purring, and directing Vane's fingers to her fuzzy ears.
Right now, it didn't much matter how much more Vane wished to add to his already lengthy discussion, it was nearly time to pack up and shove off. The weekend was here though, and tomorrow was Saturday. After Qudditch practice in the morning he could spend as much time as he needed winding the essay to a close.
Right now, it didn't much matter how much more Vane wished to add to his already lengthy discussion, it was nearly time to pack up and shove off. The weekend was here though, and tomorrow was Saturday. After Qudditch practice in the morning he could spend as much time as he needed winding the essay to a close.