Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 16:41:07 GMT -8
Thursdays weren't all that bad, Lily thought. They weren't as depressing as Mondays, when a whole week of work was still to come, or as careless as Fridays, when people simply prayed the lessons away without paying any attention, simply wanting to get out and be free. Thursdays were good, because they were in anticipation of Friday, and the chase was always better than the capture. That being said, Lily couldn't say that this particular week's Monday was in any way unpleasant. But, for a Thursday, today wasn't all that bad either. The lessons didn't feel like the dragged on forever - there were some really funny moments in Charms when they had to charm ropes to tie hands together (most jokes not what you'd want an innocent first year to overhear, though), and homework was practically non-existent, the teacher's apparently overtaken by inexplicable kindness. Thank you, Teachers.
The ginger shook her head at her thought process. Who had this much to say about the benefits of days of the week? Maybe she needed that homework to keep herself busy; she was always a bit restless when she had nothing to do.
But on this particular Thursday, after some good lessons and laughs, Lily had retired to her favorite tree next to the lake where she always read when she read for fun; If she read for any other reason, it was always in the library, where the atmosphere brimmed with studiousness. Her school bag was tucked sat beside her, resting against the tree just as the girl herself was. A small but thick book - a new one she was excited to read - was open on her lap, still on the early pages, the sun shining on the pages and making them seem almost gold, the spine of the book in question streaked with white where it had been folded many times before by other readers. The wind was blowing softly - not enough to stir the pages, but just enough to have Lily tuck her red hair behind her ear as to keep them out of her eyes. She wasn't smiling, but she didn't look grumpy or sad either; if anyone were to look upon the girl where she sat, adorning school clothes and not making a peep, they'd see contentment, or as close to content as one could appear.
