Gradually, sun bathing his whole frame was becoming a bother, just as he could barely shake his head from one side to another, focusing the best of the shade he could muster, through the projected shadows the building caused upon him. It wasn’t likely Roux basked in the solitude or the company yet, he couldn’t exactly determine the main reason behind his unusual whim for lying half-seated by the nearness of a wall in the midst of the Courtyard. This was a place he didn’t much relish in lingering at, though at the moment his body was sore enough to mind not about it, at all. Roux was certain that there should be a specific subject he should be attending to at the moment, but he couldn’t do anything but disregarding it thoroughly. ‘Charms? … Potions? … History of Magic?’ he couldn’t remember the matter should be in his mind then, since he was more tranquil and eased by the silent nook at the Courtyard. It wasn’t like wanton action, or a premeditated deed, but more of an occasional gambol, and a childish practise he couldn’t help himself from doing.

The Slytherin let his legs hung loose from the edge of the wall. He had picked on a sweet spot for settling down, right at the levelled surface of the open gaps that worked as windows to the place. Roux wasn’t much interested in the view, or in the irenic notion it could stem in some others. Distant from affecting him, this was slightly rendering him lax and unruffled. Roux watched how both of his feet hovered above the plants and how they threatened to step on them, yet it wasn’t possible, since he was resting on the edge with his weight charged on the complete opposite side of the wall, seeming harmless to them or to anything related. All he could think of was distant from getting soggy because of dirt smeared at his boots or part of his uniform. A matter would cause him unnecessary issues with his father, due the abject fate would befall upon him if so. Roux was a rebel, indeed, but his intentions weren’t close to toy with plants and get reprimanded for it.

Sooner than expected, the stewing weather began to overtake him, forcing his lids closed, letting him through stark darkness and a peaceful sensation ensued, just provoking him slumber, succumbing to it and finally dozing off before notice. Roux could see himself slant upon the frame of the window, dangling slightly because of his own weight, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he could feel his head tilting, coking downwards and getting back to its position, as he did it unconsciously. Whatever dream was capturing him, it got him enticed, gripped by the very thin thread of interest, since it didn’t let him go off its hold, retaining him from waking up. Roux wasn’t someone that went drowsy that abruptly, but this was a whit replete of uncertainty and odd remarks – him being at the most unexpected site, doing the most unexpected things. Roux was supposed to be attached to a book to be absolutely out of his own context.

All of a sudden, a quick jerk made him walk out of his trance, shuddering inwardly as he felt his lids open hastily and his hands grasping the border of his seat and the nearby walls, preventing him from precipitating at the hollow behind him, which ended up at the solid ground with a hard fall. His ears could catch something close to an apology in a charged accent, as bold as his. “Whoah… that was close” he voiced, retrieving balance and aiming a muddled expression at the girl. Apparently, she had toppled with his knee, taking him off equilibrium, but his reflexes had worked just well to have him safe and sound. It scared away sleep almost instantly from him, waking up every single of his senses, switching to a completely alert state. “ I don’t wish to pry, but what is it someone like you doing scrapping flowers like that?” his thick french accent protruded, almost prodding her with his words. You couldn’t tell what his intentions were like, since it was simple curiosity, though it didn’t exactly fit in curiosity but more of finding a distraction from the dull moment.