- - i think of them still ...{jonathan}

[sashaking]

Weekends were glorious. Weekends were for flying. Weekends were for sleeping in. Weekends were for running around the lake and not coming back. Lately, weekends had been for staying in bed and not doing anything. Sleep had eluded her even more than usual, and Sasha couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. She was working on pulling her life back together, but it was difficult when she was slowly beginning to discover that she'd never had it together in the first place. Regardless, on this Saturday morning, none of it mattered. It was eight o'clock and way too early for anything. It had been one thing on Thursday to agree to a study session that was two days away... after all, Sasha had a bad habit of taking on inconvenient commitments with the disillusioned belief that she'd make it work out when the time came. And then 7:30 had come around, and she was seriously regretting her existance.

This was totally not what weekends were meant for.

So here she was, freshly showered, shuffling into the library, but still only half-awake. She had a single hardcover book under one arm, and that was it. She flung the book on to an empty table near the entrance and very nearly fell into an adjacent chair. She didn't bother with stealth, as the library was otherwise completely deserted. Not even the most overworked, studious Ravenclaws were spending their Saturday morning pouring over books in the library.

Sasha leaned forward, her forehead falling onto the cover of her book with an audible 'thump.' She sat like this for a good twenty seconds, eyes closed as she mentally tried to gather her focus. When her eyes opened and her head lifted, however, her expression was no less grumpy. She pulled open the book to a dog-eared page and stared at it idly. This sucked. As a final assignment in History of Magic, students had been paired up to write a research paper on any significant historical figure of the Wizarding World. The professor had, of course, paired Sasha with the ever diligent Jonathan Hardcastle. "This is me securing my own sanity for next year. I couldn't care less about how awful you're doing in your other classes - but by God, Sasha, you're going to pass this one so that I never have to see your face in my classroom again." Sasha had been mildly offended at her professor's belief that her resolve to graduate and get out was not stronger than her simple distaste for schoolwork. She was passing all of her other classes - barely - but at this point, it didn't really matter. There were very few professors actually assigning additional assignments in the aftermath of the virus. Sasha's graduation was assured, and she didn't need this Jonathan kid to hold her hand and make sure of it. Ugh.

In regards to the research paper, Sasha had picked out this one guy from the 1700's as her first choice for subject matter. She didn't really care who they ended up researching, but she figured it would be good to be able to present some kind of initial idea to Jonathan, and they could collaborate from there. Sasha rested her chin over crossed arms on the table, and waited.

notes; I started this late last night... got to the part describing Sasha being tired, and I totally fell asleep.
words; 619
music; season by the dodos
tagged; jonathan[/size][/color]

[jonathanhardcastle]

wish that i could cry fall upon my knees find a way to lie
• ABOUT A HOME I'LL NEVER SEE •
i'm only a man looking for a dream it's not easy to be me

Jonathan had never really been someone who had a difficult time getting up in the mornings, if he had gotten a full night’s rest that is. But for the last couple of years, falling asleep had become an issue. It wasn’t that he had better things to do aside from sleep, it was more that his mind refused to silence itself. It would begin whirling with thoughts, sometimes ones which seemed relevant to things which had happened that day and others seemed to come completely out of nowhere. Last night, he’d been contemplating the timeless question of what happened after you died. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought given that there wasn’t a concrete answer. Abstract thoughts were something which Jonathan generally had a difficult time grasping; he preferred black and white over shades of gray.

However, despite how tired he was, he knew that he had to give himself at least an hour after waking up in order to do anything productive. During that first hour after he had woken up, he was generally useless. His mind was foggy and his speech was normally incoherent. He just wasn't worth a damn during that time. Thankfully no one was really awake right now, given that it was a Saturday. He wasn't necessarily one to sleep in but he did enjoy at least sleeping until nine. But he and Sasha had plans, plans to get their schoolwork done. So he couldn't very well flake out on her.

He didn't really know this Sasha girl, which made him slightly nervous. He wasn't really good around people. His social awkwardness tended to get in the way. Besides, she was kind of scary to be perfectly honest. Jonathan normally liked to believe that he was above intimidation but she was one of the few people who he had always been intimidated by. Maybe it was because she was an upperclassmen or maybe it was because she seemed to perpetually have a scowl on her face but something about her just frightened him. He was going to have to get over that. He had never really gotten the impression that she particularly liked History of Magic, or was good at the subject, so he couldn't help but wonder if she was going to try and pin all of the work on him. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened to Jonathan.

As he walked towards the library, he tried to think up different subjects they could write about. The period they were discussing now was littered with fascinating people. He was a bit of a nerd when it came to history, moreso than other subjects. His main interests were in Potions and Herbology, given that he wanted to become a Healer and all of that, but History of Magic had always held a place in his heart.

After walking into the library, it wasn't hard to spot Sasha. There were only a handful of people in the library at this hour. A few he recognized from class and figured they were doing the same thing that he and Sasha were about to tackle. As he sat himself down across from her, he awkwardly greeted, " Good morning." After setting his things down, he began to take his parchment out, "Any ideas on a topic?" he asked. He could have come up with one on the spot but he was curious to see if there was anything which struck her fancy.

WORDS ,, 575
TAGGED ,, sashaa!
NOTES ,, tehehe, that's hilarious xD
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION