Ambrose had just finished packing all his things away in his room. He was genuinely surprised by how nice the room was. He had expected tiny rooms, all being beat up and dusty as all hell. However, his room had proved him wrong. It was a decent size, large enough to accommodate open space as well as the furniture in the room, which consisted of a dresser, two single beds, a table and two chairs. The floor was a soft carpet, which was perfect for him, as he hated wooden floors. They always found a way to slice his feet and give him splinters. He smiled at the room, before laying back on his bed, trying to decide what to do.
He remembered that he had seen some gardens, as well as a vast courtyard outside before entering the school. Perhaps he should go for a small walk. He may meet others, and even if he didn't, it would be nice just to enjoy being outside. It was a nice day, after all, and still early as well. He guessed that stood as a testament to how little things he had brought with him, that it hadn't taken him long at all to pack away his belongings.
Ambrose stood, taking the key to his room and pocketing it, before locking the door and making his way back outside, venturing to the courtyard. Once there, he started a walk around the multiple paths, noting the plants, flowers, and trees that he recognized. They reminded him of when he was little, and his mother had a small garden of her own. She had always been in it, planting and digging, or other things. It seemed the garden had always needed work, and eventually it got away from her. It was a sad thought, all the work she had put into the small area gone to waste.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ambrose decided that that was enough walking, and would go to find a place amidst the main courtyard to sit. Eventually, he came across a bench that rested beneath the shadow of a large tree. By now, the sun was beating down, and it was growing quite hot, so he was glad he had found a place in the shade. Sitting there, Ambrose would idly watch the passersby, wondering of he would be joined by someone else. He had never been very social, but he knew he needed to change that here. It never payed to be the one person that was always alone.
He remembered that he had seen some gardens, as well as a vast courtyard outside before entering the school. Perhaps he should go for a small walk. He may meet others, and even if he didn't, it would be nice just to enjoy being outside. It was a nice day, after all, and still early as well. He guessed that stood as a testament to how little things he had brought with him, that it hadn't taken him long at all to pack away his belongings.
Ambrose stood, taking the key to his room and pocketing it, before locking the door and making his way back outside, venturing to the courtyard. Once there, he started a walk around the multiple paths, noting the plants, flowers, and trees that he recognized. They reminded him of when he was little, and his mother had a small garden of her own. She had always been in it, planting and digging, or other things. It seemed the garden had always needed work, and eventually it got away from her. It was a sad thought, all the work she had put into the small area gone to waste.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ambrose decided that that was enough walking, and would go to find a place amidst the main courtyard to sit. Eventually, he came across a bench that rested beneath the shadow of a large tree. By now, the sun was beating down, and it was growing quite hot, so he was glad he had found a place in the shade. Sitting there, Ambrose would idly watch the passersby, wondering of he would be joined by someone else. He had never been very social, but he knew he needed to change that here. It never payed to be the one person that was always alone.
