— an exception.
@crxzach:
it’s a nice day to be outside, he thinks. even if he isn’t one for outdoor things like attending quidditch matches, he finds himself outdoors a little more often to get away from the suffocating atmosphere of the ravenclaw house common room. it’s almost laughable—almost. a third of those in his house clamoring and competing for the best marks and then another third going about their days without much care for studying because they’ve got eidetic memories and have already read the material months in advance, and then the final third that are those who don’t really care too much for their grades and would rather live creatively than academically—castor is among the third cluster of students, but only in the realm of reading, writing, painting, and drawing his life away.
with his back pressed into the hollow of a tree in the courtyard, he bides his time with a heavy tome from the library—he devours the information while occasionally nibbling at the snacks he has stored in the bag beside him. the world passes around him as he flips through the pages without much care or thought. nobody comes up to him, nobody bothers him. well, at least not until he’s halfway through the book.
he doesn’t notice at first, the sudden shadow cast over him despite being alone and under a tree—he naively assumes that it’s the clouds until he glances away from the book and sees the hard outline of a figure standing behind him. it surprises him, honestly. he jumps a little and then whips his neck around to be greeted with a much taller, much more imposing figure. he blinks and raises his brow. “you’re blocking my reading light.” he offers monotonously.