Exhausted. At this point, Andrew couldn't possibly think of another word that better fit his situation. It wasn't that he was really that tired or sleepy, but rather that he in the last two hours had spent such a gratuitous amount of work on his own personal projects combined with schoolwork that he simply couldn't do any more. His hand ached hours of scrawling notes on parchment and the thought of even looking at a quill again in his life made him sick to his stomach... Well, it didn't really, since he was a bookworm at heart, and he could never stay mad at his beautiful books.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, he sank down onto the sofa where he would usually sit and read. This time though, he wasn't about to spend any more time by himself. He needed to socialize and have some actual contact with a real human being. What a pity it was then, that he should be sat there by himself.