Irial Darkk walked out of the library, a book in hand. He hadn't felt so refreshed in a while. The solitude really did him good. Tucking the book into his cloak, which he'd taken to wearing around the school in substitution for his trenchcoat, he walked along the fourth floor corridor, yawning slightly. He wondered where his friends were. Aries, he was sure his brother was up to no good somewhere...Rhea, probably practicing quidditch. Dru, he couldn't be sure, and...was that it? Well, there was Steven, but he hadn't seen him for a while. Huh. He didn't have many friends, did he? Oh well. The fewer the better, right? Those he did consider friends were very dear to his heart.

But still...it got lonely, if everyone was busy. And he wasn't really up to causing trouble with his brother. He loved the guy, but they both needed time to themselves once in a while. Sighing, Irial stopped at a window, and looked out.