Dean had had another fairly uneventful week. Well, by Fandom standards anyway. History on Monday resulted in the formulation of a
study group, which was good, because right now Dean was struggling through his scribbled notes (the ones that didn't say "SAND: YES PLZ!!!!") and it wasn't looking too good. Literature on Tuesday had been much better, even if he hadn't exactly
waxed lyrical about the nusery rhymes. Hunting...now there was an event. The first practical. Dean was greatful Dawn had left those books for him with Lyra, even if they didn't end up doing him all that much good yet. He and
Hermione had really only needed the information from the first class.
Yesterday was
fitness tests, and though Dean had made it through everything, he knew he could be in better shape. Right, more running, then. Sprints, if he could manage it.
After making a last futile addition to his history notes, Dean stuffed them in his bag, along with his book for Lit. and some internet printouts about ghosts. He grabbed the notepad on his desk and wrote a quick note to Lyra:
Hey Lyra,
Had to go home for a cousin's wedding, which I totally forgot about until my parents called the other day to arrange everything. Let me know if I miss anything important! I'll catch up with teachers and stuff when I get back. Enjoy having the room to yourself!
Thanks,
Dean
[[ooc: I've got a flight to catch to London today, and I'm not sure what the internet situation will be when I get there! I should be back to regular availability in no more than a week, so Dean'll be back then!]]