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fireredspearMornings
[It's been a month since the start of the new term and so far, about nothing has stayed the same. A lot of teachers have quit over the summer, and well... The castle seemed far emptier now. Especially so in the early mornings, when he took his jog. Eerily silent, empty and cold, but that might have been the weather. A year ago the silence has been a comfort to Sano, a time when he could rest his mind and work his body, away from the usual rush. Now it just made him feel strangely alone. Which is why he's always happy when people join him on his run, or he'll take a stop when he sees an early bird, or the lights in the groundkeeper's hut still flicker. If it's just him trying to chase his ghosts away, well... No one has to know that.]
Days
[The days are now as uneventful as mornings. There's either afternoon class, or a morning class, or a house quidditch team practice, which are usually fun, but not as they used to be. He's enjoying them for the most part, but he thinks he catches a few students - especially the older ones - giving him a strange look. Not that it's a secret what happened. A lot of teachers left over the summer. A lot.
He usually just gives them a smile in turn and soldiers through the training with the usual practiced energy and zeal.
He decidedly ignores that part of his heart, that feels empty.]
Evenings
[Evenings are the worst. He used to love evenings, for the company he usually spent them in and the fun he had at this time of the day, but with almost everyone gone...
He spends a lot more time in Hog's head than he used to, that is, if he bothers to take the walk at all. Usually he just nurses his own whiskey and his own glass, in his own room. If there's a student knocking on his door late at night, it's always open, but he suspects the room seems less warm than it used to be.
But that might be just him.]
[It's been a month since the start of the new term and so far, about nothing has stayed the same. A lot of teachers have quit over the summer, and well... The castle seemed far emptier now. Especially so in the early mornings, when he took his jog. Eerily silent, empty and cold, but that might have been the weather. A year ago the silence has been a comfort to Sano, a time when he could rest his mind and work his body, away from the usual rush. Now it just made him feel strangely alone. Which is why he's always happy when people join him on his run, or he'll take a stop when he sees an early bird, or the lights in the groundkeeper's hut still flicker. If it's just him trying to chase his ghosts away, well... No one has to know that.]
Days
[The days are now as uneventful as mornings. There's either afternoon class, or a morning class, or a house quidditch team practice, which are usually fun, but not as they used to be. He's enjoying them for the most part, but he thinks he catches a few students - especially the older ones - giving him a strange look. Not that it's a secret what happened. A lot of teachers left over the summer. A lot.
He usually just gives them a smile in turn and soldiers through the training with the usual practiced energy and zeal.
He decidedly ignores that part of his heart, that feels empty.]
Evenings
[Evenings are the worst. He used to love evenings, for the company he usually spent them in and the fun he had at this time of the day, but with almost everyone gone...
He spends a lot more time in Hog's head than he used to, that is, if he bothers to take the walk at all. Usually he just nurses his own whiskey and his own glass, in his own room. If there's a student knocking on his door late at night, it's always open, but he suspects the room seems less warm than it used to be.
But that might be just him.]
