Post by Gabriel Adams on Oct 20, 2010 11:37:50 GMT -5
As always, his wanderings led him to the place called Nowhere. Gabriel held a cup in one hand, a broken chopstick in the other. How sad, the broken chopstick. What to do ... he didn't even have a fork. After wandering the halls for near an hour, he decided his food would get cold and he stepped into the nearest classroom.
That back corner seemed like a nice spot. With a small sigh Gabriel pulled a few desks over, successfully barricading himself in the corner and making a table with which to set up his little shop. Gabriel muttered a few spells under his breath, sitting on his feet while in a chair, arms crossed over his legs. After a few minutes the deserted classroom smelled most definitely like ramen. What kind wasn't exactly sure.
It did smell rather nice though.
Gabriel set to fixing the chopstick with a quick muttered spell before transfiguring a nearby quill into a second chopstick. At least he'd gotten the hang of transfiguration spells, a nice feat considering he hadn't spent a long time in wizardry schools. Being on the run kind of made it difficult to study very well.
He sighed, inhaled a big whiff (chicken) and stabbed his chopstick at the noodles. At that moment he heard steps in the hall, closer, closer. Oh damn. It wouldn't matter if he cleaned up, the room would still smell like chicken and noodles. One chopstick covered in noodles half raised, a few stray hanging out of his mouth, Gabriel looked up to meet his doom.
Oh.
That back corner seemed like a nice spot. With a small sigh Gabriel pulled a few desks over, successfully barricading himself in the corner and making a table with which to set up his little shop. Gabriel muttered a few spells under his breath, sitting on his feet while in a chair, arms crossed over his legs. After a few minutes the deserted classroom smelled most definitely like ramen. What kind wasn't exactly sure.
It did smell rather nice though.
Gabriel set to fixing the chopstick with a quick muttered spell before transfiguring a nearby quill into a second chopstick. At least he'd gotten the hang of transfiguration spells, a nice feat considering he hadn't spent a long time in wizardry schools. Being on the run kind of made it difficult to study very well.
He sighed, inhaled a big whiff (chicken) and stabbed his chopstick at the noodles. At that moment he heard steps in the hall, closer, closer. Oh damn. It wouldn't matter if he cleaned up, the room would still smell like chicken and noodles. One chopstick covered in noodles half raised, a few stray hanging out of his mouth, Gabriel looked up to meet his doom.
Oh.