Lately, Remy felt like his grades were about to make a steep curve. Steep curve down, that is. Unhappy with that kind of a result, he had hurried to the study room to do what was his responsibility. As a responsible, or not so responsible student who attended Hogwarts, he was supposed to study and earn respectable grades. He had momentarily forgotten this and mostly played around during the first months. There was so much to explore and so many things to find and so many things to learn about other people! He had dropped his perfectionism and tendency to overachieve behind for the sake of fun.
Back to square one. Grabbing the quill, ink, and piece of parchment, he stared at that aforementioned, empty parchment. Intensely shooting daggers and chewing on his lips, hovering his arm over the table, he was trying to figure out what was there to write. Furrowing his brows, he placed the tip of the quill and started scribbling something down. Words poorly strung together as his hand wavered unsteadily. Essays were always a pain in the backside. Remy had made an intricate plan of what to write before actually writing it on the parchment. The moment he actually had started, every piece of information he had ever learned seemed to erase itself from his brain.
After a few painful minutes, he had managed to produce a few paragraphs of text. Happy with what he had achieved for now, Remy pressed his palm on his cheek and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to doze off just yet, but his eyes had surely started feeling heavy the moment he had opened the book...
Strength - 4 - Agility - 9 - Control - 9 - Stamina - 8