Post by GAVIN CARTER JENKINS on Nov 19, 2013 18:30:22 GMT -8
Gavin felt like he was pacing too much at home. Like usual, he brought his work home with him and it just stressed him out. Along with the piles of folders and papers, it felt like he was being barraged by owls constantly stopping by with questions from co-workers. Wasn't it supposed to be the weekend? Wasn't it supposed to be his time off?He rummaged through his work and pulled out a worn-out looking paperback. The bookmark indicated that he was only about half-way through, yet he remembered starting it around Christmas time. Where did his time go? It wasn't a particularly long novel, and books that size usually only took him a few days to complete, maybe a week tops. Gavin groaned to himself. He just couldn't focus at home. His home felt like a second work place to him, and that wasn't acceptable for relaxing. As far as he was aware, there was no need for him to do work at home.He picked through the folders and sent a lot of the work away with a few owls. He had assistants for that, did he not? The previous Head of the Department certainly did not do work on weekends, and although Gavin was trying his best to be better and overcompensate for the fact that he was the youngest Head to have existed, he needed time to himself, too.After he sent the owls off he pulled on his coat. He dropped his book into his pocket and exited into Hogsmeade. There weren't students milling about, so it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend. He looked up at Hogwarts and couldn't help but wish he was back there. At least then he'd still be on a Quidditch team and not just organizing the events. At least then he wouldn't be so stressed. He felt like school should have better prepared them. Gavin hadn't been an overachiever academically, but now he was forced to be an overachiever.He meandered into The Three Broomsticks without giving it much thought. There were a few patrons inside, but there was only a quiet murmur of voices. He made his way to the back corner of the bar. He ordered himself a Butterbeer, took off his jacket, and the pulled out his book and began to read. Gavin immersed himself into the story so quickly that he hardly even noticed when his drink arrived.