Post by Leon Foster on Jan 13, 2011 9:33:37 GMT -5
ooc: open to everyone, but for Micha. continued from here.
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First he'd been two hours late for his morning exercise, then he'd ended up not eating any dinner. Today was completely off for Leon Foster, who liked to regiment his days in order to keep himself on the path of success. There was a good reason, of course, the very same reason why any man found his life thrown into chaos for good or for evil. Leon Foster found himself in love. At least, he thought it was love. The young wizard couldn't be entirely sure how he felt, but he knew that he felt differently for this particular witch than any other girl he'd met before.
It was to meet this girl that he came down to the Dungeons. It had been several hours since dinner, and Micha hadn't exactly given him an exact time to meet her. He figured it was better to be there early than late, because it wouldn't have been the first time he spent hours in the school's basement. In fact, it had been less than twenty four hours ago that he had been here, kicking over a cauldron so that he could stay with Micha. It was shortly after that he was cornered by two of his friends, who forced him to return to himself. He never would've assumed, during that time, that he'd be able to return to normal and still be friends with the witch.
Though it crossed his mind at first, he decided not to think about whether this was her elaborate revenge plot. Leading him down to the Dungeons where nobody stayed long in hopes of spending time with her, and make him 'disappear.' If it was, he'd fall for it. Anything to have that chance to spend time with her. A smile appeared on his face as he walked down the stairs, duffel bag still swung over his shoulder. He had no idea where he was going to meet her, considering the Dungeons weren't exactly small, and he had no idea of the location of the Slytherin Common Room.
He did, however, see a portrait of a swarthy-complexioned man with long dark hair dressed in armor and a green and silver cloak, and could only assume that it was the house's namesake itself. It probably wasn't the entrance, but everyone knew that the Dungeons were the home of Slytherin House, and was probably just a decoration. Since it stood out amongst the dark monotony of the undercroft, he decided to sit down next to it and open his duffel bag.
He had several books, each on different magical subjects, some in mint condition and others looking about to fall apart from decades of use. Since most were just textbooks, he decided to pull out his book on Divination, the most entertaining subject, and read it while he waited for Micha.
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First he'd been two hours late for his morning exercise, then he'd ended up not eating any dinner. Today was completely off for Leon Foster, who liked to regiment his days in order to keep himself on the path of success. There was a good reason, of course, the very same reason why any man found his life thrown into chaos for good or for evil. Leon Foster found himself in love. At least, he thought it was love. The young wizard couldn't be entirely sure how he felt, but he knew that he felt differently for this particular witch than any other girl he'd met before.
It was to meet this girl that he came down to the Dungeons. It had been several hours since dinner, and Micha hadn't exactly given him an exact time to meet her. He figured it was better to be there early than late, because it wouldn't have been the first time he spent hours in the school's basement. In fact, it had been less than twenty four hours ago that he had been here, kicking over a cauldron so that he could stay with Micha. It was shortly after that he was cornered by two of his friends, who forced him to return to himself. He never would've assumed, during that time, that he'd be able to return to normal and still be friends with the witch.
Though it crossed his mind at first, he decided not to think about whether this was her elaborate revenge plot. Leading him down to the Dungeons where nobody stayed long in hopes of spending time with her, and make him 'disappear.' If it was, he'd fall for it. Anything to have that chance to spend time with her. A smile appeared on his face as he walked down the stairs, duffel bag still swung over his shoulder. He had no idea where he was going to meet her, considering the Dungeons weren't exactly small, and he had no idea of the location of the Slytherin Common Room.
He did, however, see a portrait of a swarthy-complexioned man with long dark hair dressed in armor and a green and silver cloak, and could only assume that it was the house's namesake itself. It probably wasn't the entrance, but everyone knew that the Dungeons were the home of Slytherin House, and was probably just a decoration. Since it stood out amongst the dark monotony of the undercroft, he decided to sit down next to it and open his duffel bag.
He had several books, each on different magical subjects, some in mint condition and others looking about to fall apart from decades of use. Since most were just textbooks, he decided to pull out his book on Divination, the most entertaining subject, and read it while he waited for Micha.