Can't Anybody See, We've got a War to Fight?

On one of the first days at Pemberton High, Zephyr wandered around in search for a place to practice his dancing. He found the old Storage Room, which he decided to leave for later, and currently unused and massive Astronomy Room. Since then, he came here every evening.

Today was no exception. He was making a new choreography, gentler one, to a song by Portishead, Roads. It was one of his favorite songs, but he never really put an effort into making a dance out of it.

Now he was determined to do so, but he just couldn't find the rhythm to do so. He was sweating, sometimes cursing and breathing in heavily when he realized that his right foot was bleeding. Taking in another deep breath, he decided to pause for a moment, and check out the wound.