3:00pm the Common Room
Homework...
Jack was almsot done finishing his assignments. All he had to do was finish writing a quick essay for potions. For at least an hour he has been in the routine of write, drink, think, write, drink, think. Jack downed 3 glasses of water and at least a helping of eggnog. He was almost finished but needed to relieve himself SOOOO badly.
He was down to the last paragraph, he could feel the need to go increase. Still in focus he was writing as fast as he could, scribbling down every word just neat enough for the teacher to read it. He could feel the pressure increase inside him as he was finishing his last sentence. He was down to five words, now four, three. He was going to explode, sweat dripping down his head from the pressure. He was down to 6 letters when it happened.
The quill broke.
Furious, Jack forgot about all the drinks he ingested and threw the quill across the table. Silently yelling, Jack swiped his papers into a flying mess and bolted into the bathroom. Anyone watching would just see papers flying and a flash of something. After a few minutes he was back, cleaning up the pile on the floor.