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Post by abby on Nov 23, 2010 0:14:23 GMT
Neville was crouched in an armchair, his eyes locked in a book. It was an herbology book. He was studying (not that he really needed to). Herbology had just always calmed him. It was interesting and it caused him no stress since he was so good at it. Lately he had just been out of it. He hadn't been doing as well in his classes as usual. Not used to this, he didn't know how exactly to deal with it. He had scurried to the Common Room as soon as he had free time, hoping to be alone and for company at the same time.
For a while, he tapped his wand against his knee anxiously trying to remember a spell that would not be found in his herbology book. I'm never going to improve in transfigurations if I can't memorize these darn spells.. His thoughts were drifting away, going further back into his mind. He had been alone for a while and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier as time flew. Soon enough, he was asleep in the little chair. His book remained on his lap.
He never even realized how tired he was until he had plopped into the chair. His little nap had turned into a deep doze. He stayed unmoving in his position for a bit over a half hour before anyone decided to walk in.
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