 Open ^_^ HeadGirlMC | Treddie & Trixiver <3 | Copy Girl | Katie's Ickle Minion | I love YOU more
Sixth year had been relatively uneventful after the horror show that had been his summer. That was until the end of term came and Fynley had the sudden realisation that turning seventeen and ‘of-age’ effectively meant that he was on his own. Of course he had the support of Joseph and his friends but it still was a kick to the stomach knowing that he didn’t have a childhood home to go back to. Still, the freedom that being considered an adult (even if he didn’t always feel like one) was quite fun at times.
He was working back at Atticus’ the whole summer in order to save up. His salary wasn’t enough to rent one of those flats he’d been eying up in Nesting Occamy but it could afford him a cheap hostel to stay in just outside of Diagon Alley and still put the rest of his money into his account ready for graduation.
Speaking of graduation, it would soon be Fynley’s seventh year and he still had no idea what it was that he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Of course failing a load of his OWL’s had made the decision over what NEWT subjects he’d be able to take and therefore what qualifications he could potentially leave Hogwarts with but the academic route truly wasn’t his thing. Then there was music, a passion but it was doubtful that could progress to anything professional. Finally there was Quidditch which he had all but given up on last term. He was in a rut.
The seventeen year old perched on the edge of the fountain during his lunch break, tucking into the sandwich he had bought from a Muggle supermarket and of which he had been practically living on since term ended. Not very substantial but it was cheap and keeping him going enough to get through the day.
__________________  |