Phin already wanted to go back to school. He'd been making due the last few days by holing up in his bedroom. If anyone asked--and he didn't expect them to--he was studying to get ahead of next year. It sounded like a very Ravenclaw thing to do, and to be fair, he was doing a lot of reading, but that was mostly because there wasn't much else to do in his room. It was still better than the alternative to him.
Even so, he had to come out of his room sometimes. Mostly for meals. At the moment, it was just himself and Belvina at the breakfast table, which was probably the best possible of the company available to him at home. Not that Phin felt particularly close to his sister. She just didn't seem to hate him outright. He really needed to find alternative plans for school holidays if his standards were this bad.
Phin looked up at Belle's question, mid-spread of jam on a piece of toast. "It was good," he said. "Really good." And then, maybe too honest, "Better than being at home."
Even so, he had to come out of his room sometimes. Mostly for meals. At the moment, it was just himself and Belvina at the breakfast table, which was probably the best possible of the company available to him at home. Not that Phin felt particularly close to his sister. She just didn't seem to hate him outright. He really needed to find alternative plans for school holidays if his standards were this bad.
Phin looked up at Belle's question, mid-spread of jam on a piece of toast. "It was good," he said. "Really good." And then, maybe too honest, "Better than being at home."