Room 325, Tuesday Late Afternoon

Arthur came back from Reserves with a headache and a half and the rather urgent need to talk to Morgana about how pointless all of this was and by the way, the bloke she was being pointless with was an utter cunt. Add to that the fact that he was a bit concerned about Zack, and you had a splendid afternoon indeed.

Right now, though, he was exhausted. He collapsed back on his bed for a few minutes before sitting up again, rubbing through his hair. All right then.

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