At night, Seamus hummed softly as he walked down the hallway. Beyond the windows, light snow drifted down, settling gently on trees, rooftops, and the frozen ground below.
It looked peaceful. For once, it didn't feel depressing anymore.
In just two days, he had managed to repair two broken relationships. The only exception was Dylan.
That one still felt hopeless. Just moments ago, the boy had been stalking him through the corridors, appearing out of nowhere just to challenge him to a duel.
At least that ended quickly. Dylan was defeated in less than a minute.
All things considered, his so-called vacation in the North wasn't that bad. He thought he would end up dodging around everyone, listening to depressing music, and basically bury himself in the snow cause he didn't want to be found by anyone.
"Oh well, I need to prepare for the party tomorrow… I hope nothing bad happened," he murmured.
