❝ routine — hzt & bsm
Awaiting the designated time, Zitao perched against the edge of his mattress, resewing a loose button onto the cuff of his sleeve. The damn uniform always interfered with his creativity, and it took damage in result. Also, he never officially learned how to sew, what with the multitude of maids always tending to his needs during his childhood, and he cursed as he pricked the heel of his palm once again. Perhaps there was a spell for this tedious labor, but he would rather feel accomplished for fixing his own disasters. Other Ravenclaws were dozing around him, soft snores filling the room as he finished, replacing the needle and thread to where he'd found them.
Checking to assure he wouldn't be early nor tardy, he sneaked through the door cautiously, wary of the creaks beneath his steps. Prefects were supposedly roaming the hallways, but one could never be too careful. Sure, the Common Room was comparably a safe zone, so he wasn't afraid of the location. What he could be caught doing there was what made his heart beat erratically. Finally reaching his destination, he lightly crossing the room, finding the entrance to the girls' dormitory and leaning patiently against the bare wall beside it.
