When I walked into the common room, there was Claire. I was glad to see her and we talked a lot, but on my part I sensed her lack of enthusiasm and she laughed silently when Duncan kept making insinuations about us. I couldn’t work on my History essay, couldn't shake that old, old feeling of lethargy; no motivation, overwhelmed by work, reduced to crawling at school tomorrow. . . .
I'm so full of wishes about Claire, but I'm so incapable.