Brett walked up to one of the benchs and realized he was not quite ready to go back into the common room just yet. He sat down and contimplated his past year here at school. He picked on of the weeds and started to pull it apart as he thought. I wonder what this year is going to be like he thought as he put the stock to his lips and blew. he threw down the weed parts and reached for some grass instead.

This year has to be better than last year he thought as he stood up and looked out towards the setting sun and decided that he had done enough brooding and walked back into the castle.