Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon
This close to graduation, this close to his last final, this close to Break Week, which might have been a relief to most, but to Arthur simply spelled empty days with nothing but himself to rely on to keep himself busy.
Some of the jitters were already starting to set in - not that he'd admit it - and so on Thursday, his countenance may have been comparable to a caged tiger's. Again, not that he'd admit it.
In an effort to distract himself, he carried himself to the common room, where at least he wouldn't be tempted to spend the whole time pacing. He'd brought a book, of course, but reading calmly wasn't entirely for him right now either. He forced himself to do it anyway.
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Some of the jitters were already starting to set in - not that he'd admit it - and so on Thursday, his countenance may have been comparable to a caged tiger's. Again, not that he'd admit it.
In an effort to distract himself, he carried himself to the common room, where at least he wouldn't be tempted to spend the whole time pacing. He'd brought a book, of course, but reading calmly wasn't entirely for him right now either. He forced himself to do it anyway.
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