Nolan Bradford
by @ashh2dustt
Nolan Bradford lets out a frustrated sigh as he rereads the passage in the book again, for the fourth time already. He was starting to get anxious considering this would be on the next Potions exam, and he was curling and uncurling his fingers in an effort to stay calm. The sound of footsteps approaching him has him taking a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment and counting to five before opening them and uncurling his fingers once more just as you round the corner to where he hides in the library. He looks over at you with a slight smile, instantly masking the anxiety he was feeling.
“Well, hello. Are you lost?”
He asks you softly, secretly glad for the distraction from his studying.