Grinning as Hazel did her show of bowing, Zaylin watched with amusement in her eyes as the girl confirmed her thought that she had, indeed, been infected with a bout of impatience by running back to the school building.

“Best of luck with your endeavor!” she called out, unsure if the girl had heard her or not. Brushing off a few clumps of grass that had clung to her skirt and blouse, Zaylin found the nearest bench, its wooden slats and ornate iron arms darkened by the shadow of a tree, and sat. Placing her messenger bag on the ground near her feet, she pulled out her library book. Shrugging out of her jacket, she placed it on the bench and laid back, using the garment as a pillow as she picked up where she had left off near the middle of the book, glad her last class of the day had been canceled. Personal reasons, the teacher had said.

Despite her interest in the history housed within the book, she soon grew restless. Checking the time once more on her gem-encrusted watch, she looked around.

[i]There aren’t many people out for school being… Oh, right.[/i] The thought of the late announcements flashed through her mind. [i]Practices should be starting soon.[/i] She quickly replaced her book in her bag, a good portion more of the pages devoured, stood, and stretched. Grabbing and draping her jacket over an arm, she slung her bag over her chest and headed toward the path that would taker her to Wells Hall. [i]Maybe I’ll get some practicing of my own in.[/i]
 
She broke into an effortless jog as she hurried across the lawn and around the buildings toward Wells Hall. Reaching the entrance to the dorms, she maintained her jog as she headed toward her room.