Avalon's Winter Wonderland was something Humphrey felt he didn't feel like he quite fit in at, aside from one section of it. The crowds of people and the unending cheer kind of grated on his nerves, but there was a quiet path they had put up that he found he quite enjoyed. It was called Lover's Path; and, despite the fact Humphrey had no sweetheart he was a romantic. Being on the edge of the festive atmosphere instead of in it was something he found he enjoyed, and it gave him time to think on his own without the constant movement of people there always was at Merlin's. A few of the days he'd even brought his notebook out here and started writing, in spite of the cold weather. As long as he dressed warmly, Humphrey actually found he enjoyed the invigorating cold. When he was tired after a long day, it woke him up and sharpened his senses.
While he walked along the near empty path, his thoughts started to wander towards the fact that he was lonely. His friend Alcyone Malfoy hadn't been in contact, and aside from her he hadn't really felt comfortable around anybody at the academy. He was well aware it was more than likely his fault for not making more of an effort, but it was kind of a bummer that Alcy wasn't around to talk to. After they'd stopped talking, he had realized that a part of him had cared for her as more than a friend. If he had realized it earlier, perhaps they could have been more than simply friends. Now that they'd lost contact though, he doubted he would get the chance with her again. Wouldn't it be nice if Alcy had liked him back, wanted to be with him. Wouldn't it be nice to walk down this path, hand interlaced with hers as they enjoyed their own personal bubble. When he'd spend time with Alcyone, the world had seemed a much brighter place than it did now. Without her, it felt like there was something off kilter inside of him. The truth was, he missed her.
Taking a seat off the edge of the path under a tree, Humphrey curled up as tears started to fall. To be honest it was more than missing Alcyone at the root of this, it was the fact he knew that he had wasted his time at Merlin's Academy up to this point. He had only tried half as hard as he could have in class, he hadn't made friends like he'd promised himself to; and, not only that, he got along terribly with the professor of his major, the man who taught Dragon Training. It was time for him to start making changes, but before that he had to let out all the anxiety he'd been bottling up. That was why the young wizard was crying on the edge of a lover's path, the tears falling thick and fast. Humphrey felt lost, and it was his own doing. If he moved forward and stayed at Merlin's, he needed to do better. Otherwise, he was simply wasting his time and his money. Wiping away a few of the tears with the heel of his hand, he tried to calm his ragged breathing. Slowly, but surely, he started to compose himself. "Wouldn't it be nice if I could do this year over again. I could have done so much differently." he whispered to himself, oblivious to the world around him as he sat, arms hugging his legs and his chin on his knees, beneath a tree on the edge of Lover's Path.