Post by Drostan Travlyan on Apr 6, 2008 21:55:59 GMT -5
[//what an angsty title]
It was cold, but not unbearably. Those days had just passed, thankfully, although he still had to wear a scarf and coat due to the strong wind that still ran from March.
Shoes clacking on the stone pathways, no longer covered by snow or people, he headed toward a circular section of benches, quickly choosing one and sitting down. He was content with himself at this moment but at the same time a strange, nagging boredom was errupting in the back of his mind. A strange confliction was going on there, between the sweet feeling of lethargy and the basic need to do something, perhaps for mental stimulation or just self satisfaction. It was troubling and at the same time not.
Hogsmeade was decidedly empty today, he noted with minimal interest, starting to finger the end of his scarf with more enthusiasm.
It was cold, but not unbearably. Those days had just passed, thankfully, although he still had to wear a scarf and coat due to the strong wind that still ran from March.
Shoes clacking on the stone pathways, no longer covered by snow or people, he headed toward a circular section of benches, quickly choosing one and sitting down. He was content with himself at this moment but at the same time a strange, nagging boredom was errupting in the back of his mind. A strange confliction was going on there, between the sweet feeling of lethargy and the basic need to do something, perhaps for mental stimulation or just self satisfaction. It was troubling and at the same time not.
Hogsmeade was decidedly empty today, he noted with minimal interest, starting to finger the end of his scarf with more enthusiasm.