<div align=center>The lounge was empty enough to warrant a teenage boy spreading himself leisurely across an entire sofa, which was exactly what Cedric was doing. One arm was draped over his face, forearm shielding his eyes from the dim lighting, and the other dangled off the sofa, loosely holding a pencil between two fingers. To any passerby he could be sleeping.
In fact, he was tired enough to fall asleep, but frustration was keeping him vaguely conscious. He didn't know how long he'd been there, trying fruitlessly to turn various body parts invisible - though it must have been quite a while if the numbness in his right arm was any indicator - but one thing he was aware of was all-consuming, mind-numbing, unrelenting frustration.
His brow furrowed in one final attempt, focusing his efforts on his left hand and attempting to channel something through to it. After a heartbeat, he glanced hopefully out from behind his arm, examined his fully visible hand, then covered his eyes again with a vexed sigh. Not wanting to fall asleep where anyone could just walk by and see him, he pushed himself with a reluctant and Herculean effort into an upright position and looked around somewhat blearily.
Admittedly, he hadn't been expecting much - an invisible fingernail would have been more than enough - but for absolutely nothing to happen when he willed it to was just getting plain embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as becoming involuntarily see through, an occurrence which was becoming far too common.</div>
In fact, he was tired enough to fall asleep, but frustration was keeping him vaguely conscious. He didn't know how long he'd been there, trying fruitlessly to turn various body parts invisible - though it must have been quite a while if the numbness in his right arm was any indicator - but one thing he was aware of was all-consuming, mind-numbing, unrelenting frustration.
His brow furrowed in one final attempt, focusing his efforts on his left hand and attempting to channel something through to it. After a heartbeat, he glanced hopefully out from behind his arm, examined his fully visible hand, then covered his eyes again with a vexed sigh. Not wanting to fall asleep where anyone could just walk by and see him, he pushed himself with a reluctant and Herculean effort into an upright position and looked around somewhat blearily.
Admittedly, he hadn't been expecting much - an invisible fingernail would have been more than enough - but for absolutely nothing to happen when he willed it to was just getting plain embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as becoming involuntarily see through, an occurrence which was becoming far too common.</div>