Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 12, 2008 16:58:19 GMT -5
Conor had just arrived in Spain a few hours ago, by train from France. He was quite surprised to find, though, that he wouldn't need his money to rent a room in Drakborough, but that the palace was actually still open to students. After dropping his luggage in the dorm, he decided to walk around the Palace, still somewhat unfamiliar to him, and ended up in the Feasting Hall.
Not hungry, but tired from the trip, Conor took a seat at one of the tables, unsure if it even belonged to a house. Some other various students, also early arrivals to the school year, were scattered around the large hall. Conor, though, took a seat where there were very few other students. He sighed.
Three years he had spent at Firefox, three whole years, and now, finally away from the hectic classes and late night schooling and tutoring, now officially a sixth year after only three years of proper schooling, he would have to find some friends. With all the work he had piled up, and the fact that he never took a class with kids his age, he didn't have a chance to meet any people.
And, there was the loneliness that friends alone couldn't fix. When he escaped from London three years ago, he had left behind the only person he had loved. Granted, he and David were both just twelve years old, but there was something there, something a twelve year old may only see as being best friends, but in hindsight, there was love there. Genuine love.
He could wait for that, though. That could wait.
He stared at the spot in front of him, a blank slab of table. He wasn't hungry, but there was a plate of food in front of him. The kitchen sent down tea and biscuits. But, as his mood darkened, the biscuits were replaced with a bowl of warm soup, and the tea was replaced with rich butterbeer. Conor smiled. Comfort food.
Not hungry, but tired from the trip, Conor took a seat at one of the tables, unsure if it even belonged to a house. Some other various students, also early arrivals to the school year, were scattered around the large hall. Conor, though, took a seat where there were very few other students. He sighed.
Three years he had spent at Firefox, three whole years, and now, finally away from the hectic classes and late night schooling and tutoring, now officially a sixth year after only three years of proper schooling, he would have to find some friends. With all the work he had piled up, and the fact that he never took a class with kids his age, he didn't have a chance to meet any people.
And, there was the loneliness that friends alone couldn't fix. When he escaped from London three years ago, he had left behind the only person he had loved. Granted, he and David were both just twelve years old, but there was something there, something a twelve year old may only see as being best friends, but in hindsight, there was love there. Genuine love.
He could wait for that, though. That could wait.
He stared at the spot in front of him, a blank slab of table. He wasn't hungry, but there was a plate of food in front of him. The kitchen sent down tea and biscuits. But, as his mood darkened, the biscuits were replaced with a bowl of warm soup, and the tea was replaced with rich butterbeer. Conor smiled. Comfort food.