Homework --open--

[sarabi]

Sarabi sat in the chair nearest the fire, hunched over one of the tables, hard at work on an essay. It wasn't due for another two weeks, but boredom had possessed Sarabi to get it out and have it finished long before it actually needed to be. Her usual hobbies weren't as much of an option to the young Gryffindor at the moment. As Gryffindor had placed third in the Quidditch cup they had discontinued practice for the rest of the year, and the weather was quite foul. Otherwise Sarabi might have fancied a walk.

Sighing quietly to herself, Sarabi dipped her quill into her tiny pot of ink and continued writing. She felt a bit lame for doing homework on a Saturday afternoon, when her peers were going about enjoying themselves, but she couldn't think of anything else to do. When she heard the sound of footsteps, Sarabi looked up eagerly, hoping to see a familiar face to distract her.