[You can ask Tim what he's actually doing here. He doesn't mind, really. Honestly, even as a seventh year, he's still trying to figure it out himself. Why's he here? Why's he at Hogwarts? And why, for the love of god why is he in Gryffindor of all places? He's not brave. He's not even a little brave. He just doesn't get it.
You might see him in common room, crammed in as out-of-the-way a corner as possible as he labors of homework with painstaking slowness and grumbling frustration. He's not much good at a lot of his classes, he's come to think. Sure, he scrapes by with average grades, but that's if he really, really applies himself - and some days, he doesn't even have that much in him.
The only class he really excels at is Potions, and he doesn't really understand why. It's basically chemistry, and he always sucked at that kind of thing too.
Sometimes you might catch him sneaking out at night - insomnia's a bitch, wouldn't you know - just to sequester himself in an empty classroom and quietly practice the same spell, over and over.
But no matter what he does, he's never been able to produce a Patronus, and likely never will.]
Tim Wright | ota, will match any format
You might see him in common room, crammed in as out-of-the-way a corner as possible as he labors of homework with painstaking slowness and grumbling frustration. He's not much good at a lot of his classes, he's come to think. Sure, he scrapes by with average grades, but that's if he really, really applies himself - and some days, he doesn't even have that much in him.
The only class he really excels at is Potions, and he doesn't really understand why. It's basically chemistry, and he always sucked at that kind of thing too.
Sometimes you might catch him sneaking out at night - insomnia's a bitch, wouldn't you know - just to sequester himself in an empty classroom and quietly practice the same spell, over and over.
But no matter what he does, he's never been able to produce a Patronus, and likely never will.]