Finn was needless to say -- stressed. He had absolutely no interest in writing a crummy article about whether or not a Quidditch game was happening. He loved the sport it was something he and his dad Seamus bonded over, but writing about it was not his forte. Finn wanted the hard and gritty things, the stuff that made you enemies not whether or not the Appleby Arrows would win against the Ballycastle Bats.
Downing the last of his coffee he stared at the empty parchment paper and pushed it all to the side. One more coffee, he thought to himself, one more and I'll prove that I can take on a worthy article. Finn bought himself another coffee -- extra sweet and extra creamy with almond milk --and then sat down.
Worthless staring was all he found himself doing after a few more minutes yet again, before groaning and laying his head on the table.