Study Time

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It was a gorgeous day at Hogwarts.

The air was clear and crisp, and only the occasional lazily drifting cloud marred the perfectly blue sky. Mark breathed deeply, feeling invigorated for the first time that day. After having to sit in classes for hours on end, this weather was truly heavenly. The grounds were still free from the annoying chatter of other students, and Mark felt truly relaxed as he strode across the crackling grass, hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, his book bag thumping against his back with every step he took.

Unlike many of his housemates, Mark hated studying in the library. It was too quite, too stuffy for him to truly be able to be able to concentrate; when he needed to study, as he did now, there was only one place that suited him. He stretched, grinning broadly. Being able to stretch one’s legs after hours of sitting, to breath such clean air after hours locked in stuffy rooms- there truly was no feeling better than it.

Unable to contain a whoop of joy, Mark broke into a run, dashing across the last remaining yards. Gathering his strength, he leapt forward and grabbed hold of the lowest hanging branch of his tree. Mark hoisted himself up, ignoring the rough bark that scrapped his hands, eagerly reaching for the next branch. In a matter of moments, Mark was fully settled on the largest branch of the tree, his back resting against the trunk and one foot dangling.

He had found this tree soon after his first year, and he had been making the trek there ever since. There was something to be said about being out in nature. Mark had always found himself more at ease under the sky then he had under a roof. It was not just him, either. Mark had observed many people who always felt better about something after taking a walk or doing something active outside, even if they didn’t realize it themselves.

Digging through his bag, Mark pulled out the book he and the rest of his classmates were supposed to read for History of Magic. It was perhaps one of the dullest books he had ever had the misfortune of having to read, but there really wasn’t anything Mark could do about it. If he wanted to be the Healer he had dreamed of being, slacking off in school, even in something as useless as History of Magic, was not an option. With a sigh, Mark flipped the book open to the correct chapter and began reading.

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