It Isn’t Studying, If You’re Sleeping; Hestia and Ludo
Ludovic felt terrible, ached all over, from his sessions with Professor Greengrass. They were intense and demanding, both physically and mentally. Ludo enjoyed the lessons but they weren’t helping aside from exhausting him and burning up his time, time that he didn’t need. In this latest lesson, he had took a stunning spell and was left with a nasty headache. A headache that seemed to multiply each time he shut his eyes, each time he was jerked awake by the nightmares that never gave respite.
It was late, not quite curfew, and Ludo was still working on parchments well past due in the library. The words on the paper danced around, distorting together as his eyelids became heavy, attempting to close of their own accord. Ludo leans back in his chair, exhausted, kneading his thumb and his forefinger into tired, blurry eyes. He remains in the position long enough that his body decides to forfeit the fight and his head droops forward onto his chest as the chair reclines backwards with dead body weight.
@implacablehestia
