The scattering of books shook Antonin out of the barely there slumber. He was ready to snap at the clumsy idiot that had forced him to start the sleeping ordeal again, but the blond head of hair that was stooped low caused him to bite his tongue. Of course it could've been another blond, but Antonin knew Kalista's figure better than anyone and was immediately drawn to it. Well fuck, now he wasn't going to be able to sleep at all. Not that he thought he could actually talk to her, and Antonin wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to, but she had a nasty habit of taking over all of his thoughts, and Antonin felt a low growl in the back of his throat. Barely audible, kind of sounded like a low snore, but---
Great. Now he was going to have to skip Arithmancy to get some sleep; well, at least he knew Emmeline would give him her notes. Ugh, but not without bitching, God he needed to get the fuck out of school, worrying about exams and grades seemed so fucking unimportant---but he knew tomorrow he'd find himself stressed out about them again.
"Here," he let out with a sigh, slinging his legs off the sill in defeat. Antonin kicked the book over to Kalista, watching it slide across the floor to her. He hated how he immediately felt awkward of the prospect of looking her in the eye, and his chin was almost ducked to his chest in avoidance.
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