There was a trend that would always start whenever a dance approached Leon Monroe: Whoever he was currently interested in would suddenly disappear. Well, Reggie didn't disappear, per say... Leon just hadn't heard from her. He remembered he had planned on asking Kit Branwell to the Halloween dance long ago... But he could never find her to ask her. He felt embarrassed... Completely embarrassed. He was seventeen and chasing after younger girls that probably wanted nothing to do with him. For shame.
Leon had taken it upon himself to study extra hard, to make himself forget Valentine's Day was looming over him. Nothing was more destructive to his self-esteem than the fact that he didn't even have a date to the dance. He sat in the Library each day, finishing projects that weren't due for weeks, writing essays that weren't even technically announced in class yet. He was only disappointed that, eventually, he would have no work to do. It was then that he decided to make his own homework up, studying for his classes his own way.
He felt pathetic. But whatever made him happy.
The head boy finally finished a three-foot parchment essay for Arithmancy (one of his worst subjects because of the amount of bullocks involved in it) and let it sit for the ink to dry. It was then that Leon looked up to glance around the Library... And it was then that he noticed that he was practically alone. It was the weekend, after all. They were all probably getting ready for the dance coming up...
Ugh. The dance. Why did he keep thinking about it?
Leon rolled up his essay and gently eased it into his overly-organized bag. He had organized his belongings almost sixteen times just to get his head clear. Cleaning and doing things right settled Leon down. He was starting to believe he was getting a very awful case of OCD if he didn't calm down. He slowly placed his quill and ink inside his bag, also, and rose to his feet. He guessed he could go to bed early tonight... That would be nice... Especially since he went to bed at seven-thirty the other day. The earlier, the better, after all. So he could get up and do more work.
But, once Leon got to the library doors, he stopped to check if he had all of his belongings. Before he knew it, one of the doors was pulled open and a brutal force was shoved against Leon. His bag fell to the floor, its insides spilling across the Library, and his ink broke open on his essay. Leon, who had caught the person who dumbly ran into him, stared down at his ink drenching his essay.
He hated Arithmancy, but he wanted more work to do...
But he hated Arithmancy. Cruel fate.
"It's going to take me hours to fix this," Leon announced out loud, his voice indifferent. He wasn't sure if he was happy or completely depressed. Perhaps both. "I'm sorry," he finally said, helping the person balance on their two feet by holding the culprit by the shoulders, "I shouldn't have just been standing there like a fool".
[Feb. 8th] I don't want to set the world on fire [OPEN]