Loosening his tie and undoing the collar button on his shirt as he went, Dalton squelched his feet through the autumn dew soaked grass. With a library book clutched in his hand, something that would have come as much of a shock to the people at home, he let his footsteps guide him towards the grass, where he lay down his cloak so as to sit down.

Now that he could hide that his shirt was too big for him, the sleeves were rolled above his elbows, and it was maybe the first time that he'd been able to tuck it in. The combination of his growth and getting better at spells... Well, he begrudgingly thanked the latter, as if hesitant to admit that magic may have been useful for something.

With a short sigh, he turned to the first chapter of the book.