 *fighting for teacakes* | | Pixie Teeth ♥
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SEPTEMBER.
A fierce expression riding over his usually smooth features, Tomas slumped down against one of the walls and covered his face. Ugh. He'd just been slammed by a wall of water that had wooshed through one of the open windows in the corridor below and to put it lightly, he was soaked. His first worry of course, was his hair. It didn't naturally style itself in such a perfect way. No. It took at least half and hour in the morning, if not more, and then regular touch ups throughout the day. But now... Now it was hanging limply across his forehead, screaming to everyone that he was an unwashed fashion-sponge.
Running a hand through the damp locks clinging to his brow, the brunette sighed. There were probably more important things to worry about... Like his robes. How good quality were they meant to be? Because he really didn't need them shrinking on him. Not at the beginning of the year at least. That would be so embarrassing.
Letting his body relax, he slid all the way down to the sideboard thing that sat at the bottom of the wall. It was alright here. Not as if there was a breeze. Maybe they realised that not every freaking corridor needed all their windows open. Relaxing against the stone, Tomas pulled off his outer robe and folded it beside him. It wasn't as if he was going to need it any time soon.
__________________ tomas edwin lear________________________
 
right now you should be honoured by my lateness |