Cedric's Alcove, Seahorse Cabin [Late Tuesday Night]

[chasingsnitches]

Cedric's lounging on his bed, a pad of paper in front of him and a pen tapping against the, so far, empty paper. He hadn't managed to finish any kind of letter to his parents or friends back home because he just hadn't known what to say, how to react, and how to explain everything that had happened to him so far.

He couldn't tell them that he liked it over here.

So, now he's idly tapping pen to paper and lost in thought.

[OOC: Locked to someone specific!]