Faelan was relaxing in one of the numerous plush chairs in the Slytherin common room, his legs across one arm while he reclined against the other, a large book resting on his lap. Another uneventful day.
With a heavy sigh, Fae stretched out, glancing around the room. Not too many people were around. Those that were had their noses stuffed in books, or an essay. Truly, another uneventful day.
He grumbled to himself, looking back to the book but not really seeing any of the words in front of him. He longed for some friends. He didn’t know many of the upper class men, and any first years kept their distance from him.
He grumbled, tugging unconsciously at his uniform collar, trying to conceal his scars, despite the fact no one was even looking at him.
(going to try using this more...Fae needs some friends :>)