Greg was bored like a bored thing that is not entertained.

Which was why he was lying on his bed and throwing one of those tiny, supremely bouncy balls towards the ceiling and only barely keeping it from hitting his face each time he caught it.

[For Petra and Johnina Peter and John.]

Greg lounged on his bed, reading a very informative book.

Which, naturally, he would hide if anyone came along.

[Here for someone in particular, but it's not like Greg's going to throw his microscope at anyone else who wanders by. :)]

Greg, being a normal boy who normally forgot things, realized it had been awhile since he sent an email home. So he quickly fixed that ( oversight )

Greg quietly sat in room 313, his chemistry set before him, reflecting on the events of the past few days.

( zomg linkdroppy and fun with chemistry under here )

Greg returned from the fun in 406 and picked up his laptop, remembering that there was a whole correspondance thing he was supposed to be keeping up with.

( So he sent his sister an email )

After leaving the common room, Greg flopped onto his bed again to write an ( email )