The sun was setting slowly over the lake as Julian made his way through the halls of the school. There were still a few hours till curfew and several students milled about the halls as it was the weekend and they never had anything better to do with their time right before dinner.
Julian often didn’t attend dinner in the Great Hall. He much preferred to spend his meal time helping the house elves preparing dessert in the kitchens. He always ate afterwards, of course, but he did love to bake.
He rounded the corner that lead to the entrance way and stopped when he saw a student sitting with his back against the wall, charms text book open and in his lap. The boy seemed to be sleeping with his face in his hands. Jules raised an eyebrow and took a step towards the boy. He wasn’t breaking any rules, but he still shouldn’t be sleeping in the halls. He would ruin his sleep habits, or worse, sleep through dinner.
Julian was about to rouse the boy when he heard soft muttering coming from behind the hands. Startled, Julian focused on the words to try and make them out. Some of them definitely didn’t seem to be in English, but what he could make out was something along the lines of ‘this is impossible’.
Now that was no kind of attitude to have about Julian’s classes.
With a soft smile, Julian knelt down next to the boy and gently tapped him on the head with two fingers. “I don’t mean to interrupt your angsting, but do you need some help?”
After being scolding for ‘not paying attention’ by his Potions professor a few days prior, Sicheng had been making the great effort to stay up for longer, primarily to study. He’d been keeping himself up ever since, not wanting to disappoint any of his other professors, just in case he had trouble understanding what would be going on in class.
Some of the Hufflepuffs had let in a Gryffindor or two into the common room, essentially making it hard for any sane person to revise. Not only that, but the boy also felt that the library was always too full of people. A random corridor, Sicheng decided, would be perfect.
He must’ve gotten through a good 40 minutes of reading (and trying to understand) the English in his Charms textbook, but fatigue was eating away at his ability to focus. Nothing was easy when it was in a foreign language, but Sicheng wouldn’t be able to learn without hard work. It was a tough task.
Sicheng let out a sigh, lifting a hand to cover his eyes. “English is so difficult...” he muttered to himself, a flurry of random words floating about in his head. He had been paying no attention to any passers-by, but a sudden tap to the top of his head had him jumping in surprise, letting out a quiet shriek. “Ah!-- Oh...”
...But he was so close. So close that the proximity almost distracted Sicheng from the question being asked, but luckily he picked up on the general gist of it.
“Help...? I think...” He paused, unsure whether to accept. “I-- Yes... I do need help.”
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