Sunlight filtered through Adam's window, rays delicately landing on his face. Their wintry warmth, the softness of his pillow beneath his neck, the cosy blanket covering him—sensations crept back. Darkness faded as his eyes fluttered open to the sight of his room.
Right, he had returned yesterday and met with his friends. Then, he succumbed to the call of slumber. That explained why the sun seemed so high beneath the curtains.
With a yawn, he slid off the blanket. It was so unlike him to wake up late. But he also smiled as he stretched his arms behind his back, clasping them, and rotating his chest. He cracked his neck. No discomfort. Perfectly rested.
Now, he could tackle a task he had put off for longer than he had liked: visit one of the college's mysterious libraries. Last time he checked, he had earned his House nine thousand points, which he hoped would last him for most of the day.
He had been waiting for this moment.
