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Post by trace dawyne hawkins on Sept 8, 2009 15:29:26 GMT -5
 
dammit, why had he left his homework for so late? his hands flew over the parchment as he inked in the essay for his defense against the dark arts class, which would start in another half hour. he still had two scrolls of parchment to complete. silently cursing the school for loading so much homework in just the second week, trace concentrated on the many ways to curse the demons of the night away from a woman.
so yeah, trace left his work for late - often. it wasn't that he was lazy, or uninterested in school work, it was more than he didn't have time. he didn't make time for studies, there were other things more important than homework. but it would be a waste of time if he ended up in detention. detention was the best part about hogwarts - he loved the unexpected tasks the teacher's burdened him with, so long as it wasn't writing one line, over and over, a hundred and twenty times.
in appearance, trace looked closer to a street boy than a student - his hair was standing on end from the many times he had run his fingers through it out of frustration, dark circles ringed the bright eyes that hid behind the overlong hair, and faint traces of stubble shadowed his chin. trace didn't really give a shit about how he looked, which was why he wasn't always perfectly groomed. but then, to hell with it, he needed to concentrate on homework.
that would have been easy if not for the whistling. trace was sure that someone was whisteling outside - a slytherin, probably. irritated, he cast a spell on himself that filled his ears with faint buzzing - risky, he knew, if anyone were to sneak up on him, but it helped him with the work he was trying to accomplish before class started. he was skipping arithmancy as it was.
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