Adrian in the library - restricted section (open to all)
Adrian had no explanation for it, but he was feeling increasingly antsy. His control was slipping and retreating to the dorm room or -as now - the back of the Restricted Section had, in the last couple of days, proved to be his only solution to avoid getting into deep trouble.
He needed to do something. He lacked the full concentration to do more than normal fencing training and going to the Forest was completely out of question at the moment. There was no way of releasing all his pent up energy and anger, frustrations.
Studying only provided temporary distraction, and even reading ahead failed to absorb him. His DADA project was coming along as it should, but it had lost its attraction. It was becoming tedious work as he had moved from experimenting and fine-tuning, to simply documenting and concluding. Something that would normally have held a fascination of its own.
When would Malfoy or Macnair call on him again?
Adrian sighed and closed his book with a sharp snap before leaning back in the chair. He looked outside. The weather was ... a mirror of his mind, really. Dark, grey and restless, angry gusts of cold air shaking the very last leaves of the trees in sight.
Perhaps he should fence after all? But only Rerrich would be able to provide the opposition he needed right now in a sparring partner. And the fencing master might not be in the mood to indulge Adrian in his need to excorcise his mind. He rarely was.
Adrian decided to remain in the library a little longer, looking darkly through the window at the world outside.
He needed to do something. He lacked the full concentration to do more than normal fencing training and going to the Forest was completely out of question at the moment. There was no way of releasing all his pent up energy and anger, frustrations.
Studying only provided temporary distraction, and even reading ahead failed to absorb him. His DADA project was coming along as it should, but it had lost its attraction. It was becoming tedious work as he had moved from experimenting and fine-tuning, to simply documenting and concluding. Something that would normally have held a fascination of its own.
When would Malfoy or Macnair call on him again?
Adrian sighed and closed his book with a sharp snap before leaning back in the chair. He looked outside. The weather was ... a mirror of his mind, really. Dark, grey and restless, angry gusts of cold air shaking the very last leaves of the trees in sight.
Perhaps he should fence after all? But only Rerrich would be able to provide the opposition he needed right now in a sparring partner. And the fencing master might not be in the mood to indulge Adrian in his need to excorcise his mind. He rarely was.
Adrian decided to remain in the library a little longer, looking darkly through the window at the world outside.