No Love, Just Homework (open)
Dinner. Second day. And already Al was wishing he was back on summer holidays. He'd already been give four essays and two spells to complete by next week. He was already shovelling mashed potato and lamb chops into his mouth fast enough for his fork to be a blur, and he needed to get to the library in time to get some books. Second day and he was already having to go to the library. Wonderful.
He pushed his plate away, regretting missing dessert, poured a goblet of pumpkin juice into his mouth, swirled it around his mouth and swallowed. It took him ten minutes to eat, and that had to be a new record. He swung his legs over the bench, reaching for his bag as he did so.Â
The library, happily enough, was fairly empty. Only desperate people were in the library this early in the year. He wouldn't be, but he would have to get all this work done, on top of any homework given in the next few days and then there was Quidditch practice. Settling himself down at a table near a window, Al leaned backwards on the chair, looking up at the books above. Now. Where to start?
