Spending a week in a near state of panic and fear was exhausting on a person. Cedric wasn't asleep at the moment but he was laying on his bed, hands tucked behind his head, relaxing. His muscles were a little sore probably from being so tense ( Read more... )

Cedric hadn't left his room since yesterday and he had no intention of leaving it anytime soon. The feeling, that undefinable feeling, was creeping up the back of his neck and taking over his mind ( Read more... )

After the oddness in class today with Jack, Cedric's a little worried. All right, a lot worried. Of course, he doesn't know what he's worried about. So, he's doing his level best to not appear worried but he hasn't put his wand away since class.

[Expecting one person but open!]

Cedric's given up on the electoral college, possibly for good. That particular book is closed, covered with a shirt and shoved under his bed.

To prove just how energetic and 'with the times' Cedric was, he was currently dozing on his bed with a copy of another textbook pressed against his face.

The door was ajar as he wasn't sleeping that

Cedric was still in bed but he wasn't asleep. The sun was rising, filling the room with light but he wasn't quite ready to get up. He knew he'd have to soon. Puff needed to be fed and there were things to do but, for now, he was content to stay in bed and watch the light fill the room.

[Open, sure.]

After saying goodbye to Isabel, Cedric trudged back to his room and moped around. Puff seemed to look at him in pity and Cedric fed him just to get him to stop.

He ended up flat on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

[For Jack]

Since he had no classes today or, for that matter, the rest of this week, Cedric's been lazy. Lazy for him, at least. His room is clean, Puff's tank his clean, his clothes are clean and his books are...open.

Now, he's got his wand in his hand and he's practicing some basic, quiet spells.

[Open, sure. Thread with Jack is locked.]

Cedric was still fast asleep in his bed. He was buried under blankets and pillows, blocking out the light and keeping the warmth in. It was nice.

[For Jack.]

After a week full of non stop movement, Cedric's taken to laying low, reading and thinking. He knows he's being somewhat anti social but there are things to think about, things to sort out and he doesn't quite want to put those on anyone else at the moment.

( Wherein things fall apart and get put back together... )