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[color=gray][sub][b][u]Interactions:[/u][/b] [color=a35d6a]Idette Blanc[/color]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Wellington Grounds
[b][u]Time:[/u][/b] 5:30 am - 7:00 am[/sub][/color]
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His phone’s alarm went off, blaring loudly and buzzing against his cupboard. Groaning, he sat up on the bed and turned off the alarm, attempted to wipe the sleep off his face, and looked out the window. It was still dark, the sky just starting to brighten as it slowly approached dawn. He lay back down for a moment. Today was the start of the new school year, when all the students who hadn’t stayed at Wellington would be coming back. He didn’t know how to feel about it. One part of him was glad the place had gone quiet during the summer, where he could do what he mostly wanted to without all the social obligations that came with being part of school.

And another part of him was glad they were coming back. For the exact opposite reason. It had been somewhat boring staying at Wellington. He certainly wasn’t alone in staying at the school over the summer, but there were far less students and a lot of the friends he’d made during his stay weren’t around. And now that they were coming back, he’d have a lot more people to talk to, and chill with instead of being alone with either the same people or relegating himself to talking with the teachers. Which wasn’t all that bad, but still.

Getting up, he started getting ready for his morning run. By the time he’d stepped out of his cottage, the sky had brightened. Still somewhat dark, but bright enough that he could see. And the morning air was pleasantly chill, which he wasn't dressed for at all, instead wearing his uniform shorts over a pair of black compression pants and a simple grey shirt.

He warmed up for a few minutes, then started jogging to the track, and by the time he’d gotten there his body had heated up enough that he could barely feel the chill anymore. And as he ran, he thought about home. It would’ve been nice to have gone back instead of staying at Wellington, which was as pleasant a place to stay as anywhere else. But, seeing the other students leaving for their homes had brought about a pang of jealousy, many of them going back to loving families and parents that wanted them home. 

Every time he thought about going back however, he was filled with anxiety. His stomach would roil up and his chest would tighten. His parents were loving, in their own way, but the demands they put on him. He was glad he was out of the house and glad their constant pressure wasn’t on him. It probably would’ve helped if he shared how he felt with them, but knowing his father, the old man would’ve told him to “man up” and get his head right instead of wallowing in his emotions. And even with all of that, he still missed his home, missed his siblings and the rare look of approval his parents gave him when he did something right. 

He didn’t dwell on it overlong, though. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, letting it empty out as he ran. The endorphins coursing through his veins giving him that runner’s high and making him feel a whole lot better by the hour mark.

Taking off his drenched shirt, he walked back to Coleus cottage, taking his time to enjoy the morning. Taking a paved path that cut through a lush grove which led towards the cottages. And as he approached his own, he saw Idette walking out of Wisteria. [b][color=lightseagreen]"Yo,"[/color][/b] he called out in greeting with a head nod before going inside his own cottage and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. 

Getting back to the common room, he plunged himself down on the sofa to catch his breath. The muscles of his calf and thighs throbbing, and his foot giving the occasional twitch. He sat around, resting for a while and staring at the ceiling, a small smile on his face while hydrating himself. Then he got up and showered. When he got back down, wearing a navy blue shirt and a pair of grey joggers, he went into the kitchen and started making breakfast for everyone, hoping the smell would wake someone up.