After the barrier blocking out the isle and came down after Mal’s wedding the VKs were allowed to attend Auradon prep, including rule breaking, flirt of a pirate, Harry hook, as all the other isle kids were doing their best to adjust Harry treated the school just like home, having absolutely no embarrassment for anything, feet on furniture, carving in desks, and keeping his usual confident expression for any action he took

Now one of the best decisions Harry had made so far was to actually participate in a school activity, to join the ‘Sword’s and Shields’ team, he got on within a beat with his sword skill and his demeanor making anyone who faced him intimidated, but the aftermath of practices were usually the least likable part sbout attending

He would always have mistakes for battles scars around his body in the most random annoying places, bruises.. he was used to cuts from swords, bandage them up and your done! But bruises are a whole other story, you just have to sit with an icepack for twenty minutes with an unbearable sting of ice just to relive some of the pain

“Bloody hell.” Harry mutters under his breath, the soreness Harry felt in his legs were beyond tiring as he staggered down the hall his athletic bag slinger over shoulder, he couldn’t help but give a limp when he reached his door, letting the pain win the battle for a moment. He pauses for a moment as he felt eyes on him he slowly moves his head over faking a smile as he sees the person who lived in the room next to him stand there quietly

“Whatcha’ looking at love?” Harry says in a slightly fed up tone pretty much directed at how his day had went as he stared down at you his signature smile forced onto his face, all he wanted at the moment was to plop down on his bed with a groan and pass out and it showed