Open RP - Back to the Grind
Ever since his sorting, Samwell had been dividing his time between his bedroom in Hufflepuff, the Hogwarts library, and the Great Hall. It was nice not to worry about sudden hardship, or random attacks or anything else. And he was definitely getting used to the idea of eating filling and delicious food.
At length, however, he realized this wasn't going to work. He'd been struggling ever since he took the Black to not be useless anymore, and despite the fact that he could happily never leave the Hogwarts library, he knew he ought to be exercising, because one never knew when one might be called on to fight.
So today he was moving purposefully through the halls of Hogwarts, wearing a swordbelt, his face set in an expression of grim determination. He looked, in fact, like he were headed for the firing squad, and he was praying he didn't run into any of his fellow Westerosi. Especially the ones who could actually use swords for their intended purpose, because he would probably not manage to keep his resolve if he got laughed at.
At length, however, he realized this wasn't going to work. He'd been struggling ever since he took the Black to not be useless anymore, and despite the fact that he could happily never leave the Hogwarts library, he knew he ought to be exercising, because one never knew when one might be called on to fight.
So today he was moving purposefully through the halls of Hogwarts, wearing a swordbelt, his face set in an expression of grim determination. He looked, in fact, like he were headed for the firing squad, and he was praying he didn't run into any of his fellow Westerosi. Especially the ones who could actually use swords for their intended purpose, because he would probably not manage to keep his resolve if he got laughed at.