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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Seating room → Outdoor garden → Control Room
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No one
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Relaxed → Irritated → Calm → Care-free[/center][hr]
[center]Harold's eyes grazed calmly across the book that was held by his one hand. His other being occupied by his cup of hazelnut coffee, his go to beverage for the morning. He took a small sip from his drink and let out a delighted sigh, he was at peace. He could finally relax without the worry of someone bugging him, or trying to fight him over his big mouth. His slightly plump pink lips curved into a a subtle smile. His attention went back to his book, which is of course a romance novel. It was one he read a few times, it was about a young lady in college who is in love with her professor. But she's also engaged to this rebellious man who doesn't have a job and does not want to get an education. At the moment Harold is on the part where the professor is speaking to the lady alone in the hallway. Harold knew what was going to happen, yet he still gasped softly when the girl suddenly kissed the older fellow on his lips. 

[color=#FFD75B][i]Gets me every time.[/i][/color] He chuckled and looked at his watch, he had to go to the control room. He shut his book with a bit too much force since he KNEW he was going to run into someone annoying. He drank the last bit of coffee he had and slowly rise from his seat onto his feet. His Tommy Hilfiger duffle bag laid next to the love chair he was just sitting in. He knelt down and grabbed the straps firmly, standing up with his bag hanging from his side. He made his way to the entrance door, not looking at the other students who were lounging or playing pool even though he could hear a few low grunts which he only responded with a smirk. After throwing his cup into the trashcan he exited the game room and received stares from those standing outside the door. Harold was beginning to see how popular he is.

He rolled his eyes with much exaggeration and a groan to add onto his irritated look. He walked over to the stairs and was stopped by a group of boys blocking the stairway. Harold glared up at them, it was the guys that he had a dispute with in class. [color=#FFD75B]"Excuse me gentlemen, you're blocking the way."[/color] Harold said calmly, he knew telling an insult would just make matters worst. They all snickered which pissed Harold off to a minimum, [b]"We want you to apologize for what you said."[/b] One of the boys demanded followed by head nods from the boys on his sides. He doesn't have time for this even though Harold really wanted to tell them to fuck off, he apologized. They all giggled like pre-teen boys and got out of his way, then reached out their arms and made a motion that meant "You can go.". Harold didn't say anything and went down the stairs, now he really needs to go to the garden to calm down. After making his leave from the building he paced himself to the garden. 

Even though some Mayweather students tried not to make eye contact with the Delphina students, Harold did it with confidence. He would glare at them even hoping for a reaction so he can just chuckle in their faces. Their reactions were priceless. He waved at Mayweather students that waved at him, his waves were a bit awkward since it was always weird for him to get waves from complete strangers.

Finally walking into the garden he inhaled the scent of flowers, freshly cut grass and manure. Yes he knows one of those smells is actually pretty foul, though he was used to it because of his mother's gardening hobby and himself gardening in his free time. He exhaled and smiled sweetly and went over to his lawn chair that was located on his right side. He sat on the lanky chair and patrolled the area, listening to the beautiful melodies the birds orchestrated. He felt so tranquil he couldn't even think of a single thing to do other than sit here and do nothing forever. Then, a bird created a high pitched 'CAW' making Harold jolt up from slouching. [color=#FFD75B]"You know that was very rude."[/color] He grumbled and the bird gave a low 'caw' as if saying sorry, [color=#FFD75B]"Aww, I forgive you."[/color]. He slowly got up from the chair, which he just noticed is so fragile and not sturdy that if he was only a couple pounds heavier it would collapse. He left the garden and slightly skipped to the building, his smile still cemented on his face. He entered the building so care-free and and hopeful that it felt like nothing mattered. Opening the door to the control room he shifted his duffle bag farther up his shoulder and strolled inside.[/center]