James Owen
October 12, 2011 11:45 AM
Inevitability by James Owen
Very soon, his third year would be over. On the one hand, James would be pleased for the short break he allowed himself from academia at the start of the summer holidays. He did quite enjoy sleeping in his own room, being able to eat whenever he liked, rather than at prescribed mealtimes (he needed his meals at routine times, true enough, but he would happily graze all day long if given the opportunity), and even conversing with his family could be fun providing everyone was in a good mood, and this happened more often at the start of the holidays. On the other hand, he'd have to give up Sonora's wonderful library, and the security that the Aladren Commons offered - when he was in there, neither of his sisters could access him.having considered both the perks and downfalls of the holidays, James decided instead to concentrate on his accomplishments of the preceeding three years. He'd learned a lot, and made substantial achievements, some even outside academia; he'd bested his roomate in broom jousting, and had made some decent acquiantances. He wasn't sure yet whether he could call them friends, but David certainly tolerated him, and Ryan didn't seem to want to avoid him; Eliza was pleasant enough, and he'd enjoyed working with Daisy. He'd even found himself hoping that Kate Bauer had forgiven him for yelling at her in charms class, because she seemed nice enough, too, even though he hadn't spoken to her a great deal in the past year. Only Niffler Girl was truly insufferable, and James had mostly managed to avoid her (except, of course, that they shared all their classes).
There was just one hurdle left to get through, and that was the annual midsummer festival, which this year was a medieval ball. James had no intention of attending whatsoever, until his sister had informed him that she didn't think it was optional, and had then pointed out that there would be a banquet. Well, James could tolerate any gathering where good food was supplied free of charge. He wouldn't dance, and probably wouldn't even talk to anyone if he could help it, but he would make an appearance and reap his rewards. Then he would scuttle back to his dormitory as soon as possible to get on with enjoying his life.
Right now it was dinner time, and, as usual, James had arrived early to get a good seat and hope that nobody crowded him. He'd usually be gone again before the majority of students arrived; he ate a lot but he could eat fast. It was normal, therefore, for him to dine alone, but every once in a while someone would sit down near him and initiate conversation. Today seemed to be one of those days.
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