Post by Cyan on Feb 2, 2011 22:07:55 GMT -5
Cyan stretched as he walked up to the dining hall. His robes, mended in a few places no thanks to a knife-wielding ravenclaw and an idiot gryffindor, swished easily around his legs.
His brown curls were messed up in a bit of a bed head today--although he liked to keep them immaculate, he just hadn't been able to sleep well at all last night. For some reason, he kept having bizarre, horrible nightmares making him twitch and turn that could only be written by the queerest of people. As a matter of fact, his dreams were queer. Quite queer.
Very, very queer.
He walked sluggishly over to the slytherin table on the far side of the great feasting hall. He sat down comfortably at the nearest end. It was surprising how much he got used to this place after only a couple months. His butt was used to the smooth wooden seat, and his nose didn't cringe at the various scents of breakfast that wafted throughout the room.
A large yawn escaped, stretching out his mouth and tongue, making his eyes water a little.
"Gluten-free cereal with milk, please," he muttered to the table.
The goods appeared. He poured in the milk and dug in, scooping up the cheerio-like particles with the spoon in his left hand. Munching on his breakfast, he felt grateful the slytherin table was so far away from the hufflepuff one.
Why?
Because they had monsters and stuff in hufflepuff. No joke.
Oh, and there was that little matter where someone pushed him into the ring against this flying snake beasty during class. The third-year lad shivered at the thought. He hated snakes, slytherin or not. He thought it was Finny. Amira, the now-prefect, thought it was Finny. In short, everyone thought it was Finny. And then, Chika confessed.
He was chased by monsters for no reason. He got into all sorts of chaos for no reason. Bloody hell, he didn't even have anyone to take revenge on anymore!
Cyan took up another spoon full. He rubbed his cold feet together.
Finny was innocent. He was a jerk, too. Now that he was innocent, Cyan did the best he could to avoid him--considering that they had some classes together and were in the same year and everything, that didn't actually work out too well. The best he could manage was to step out of a room if he saw that Finny was already there. You know, step in, spot Finny, step right back out. Other than classes, this strategy had worked out just dandy.
He didn't want revenge, and he didn't really want to be friends either.
Those hufflepuffs were sick, man.
Cyan chomped into his bland cereal.
To make things worse, his internal clock was all funny. Somehow, he'd ended up sleeping all day the previous day and having weird dreams instead. Disgusting dreams. About Finny. And love. He didn't even want to think about it.
Cyan only had one soul mate, and he was sure that Professor Morgan Pendragon might be the One. One. Part of his weird dreams included him flirting with other dudes, too, and that was just ridiculous.
Certainly, he wasn't going to mess around with any boys. Cyan shivered at the thought.
His brown curls were messed up in a bit of a bed head today--although he liked to keep them immaculate, he just hadn't been able to sleep well at all last night. For some reason, he kept having bizarre, horrible nightmares making him twitch and turn that could only be written by the queerest of people. As a matter of fact, his dreams were queer. Quite queer.
Very, very queer.
He walked sluggishly over to the slytherin table on the far side of the great feasting hall. He sat down comfortably at the nearest end. It was surprising how much he got used to this place after only a couple months. His butt was used to the smooth wooden seat, and his nose didn't cringe at the various scents of breakfast that wafted throughout the room.
A large yawn escaped, stretching out his mouth and tongue, making his eyes water a little.
"Gluten-free cereal with milk, please," he muttered to the table.
The goods appeared. He poured in the milk and dug in, scooping up the cheerio-like particles with the spoon in his left hand. Munching on his breakfast, he felt grateful the slytherin table was so far away from the hufflepuff one.
Why?
Because they had monsters and stuff in hufflepuff. No joke.
Oh, and there was that little matter where someone pushed him into the ring against this flying snake beasty during class. The third-year lad shivered at the thought. He hated snakes, slytherin or not. He thought it was Finny. Amira, the now-prefect, thought it was Finny. In short, everyone thought it was Finny. And then, Chika confessed.
He was chased by monsters for no reason. He got into all sorts of chaos for no reason. Bloody hell, he didn't even have anyone to take revenge on anymore!
Cyan took up another spoon full. He rubbed his cold feet together.
Finny was innocent. He was a jerk, too. Now that he was innocent, Cyan did the best he could to avoid him--considering that they had some classes together and were in the same year and everything, that didn't actually work out too well. The best he could manage was to step out of a room if he saw that Finny was already there. You know, step in, spot Finny, step right back out. Other than classes, this strategy had worked out just dandy.
He didn't want revenge, and he didn't really want to be friends either.
Those hufflepuffs were sick, man.
Cyan chomped into his bland cereal.
To make things worse, his internal clock was all funny. Somehow, he'd ended up sleeping all day the previous day and having weird dreams instead. Disgusting dreams. About Finny. And love. He didn't even want to think about it.
Cyan only had one soul mate, and he was sure that Professor Morgan Pendragon might be the One. One. Part of his weird dreams included him flirting with other dudes, too, and that was just ridiculous.
Certainly, he wasn't going to mess around with any boys. Cyan shivered at the thought.