ft. poppy edwards // @pcppyedwards
uncommon would be the days he would stay home at this time, much easier would be seeing him either leaving for his parents’ place or at leaky cauldron. not something his mother would appreciate, of course, but sebastien can’t cook to save a life and he had to feed somehow, hadn’t he? could be worse if he was to go home hungry or without an idea or sight of food, and working the next day on his several projects when he hasn’t fed his brain.
one of which he didn’t help and brought along with him—it doesn’t matter if he is a good kid, actually social if poked, he would never not find something else to focus instead of his own loneliness whenever he was out to have a drink or something to eat on his own. so he sat there, pencil in hand as he draws a griffin and chews quietly, dark eyes focused on the lines he is doing instead of anything else in that moment.