Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 2, 2009 3:26:16 GMT -5
A certain sixteen year old Slytherin prefect sat on the bleachers awaiting his student. A breeze blew through his black hair as he enjoyed the cloudy sky, a nice break from the heat. He usually enjoyed the heat sinking into his skin, but only when he wasn't supposed to be meeting up with a girl who drove his elementalism crazy. Maybe his inner inferno would give it a rest for today.
Niobe the red-headed Hufflepuff who had run into him a few nights ago while sleep walking. His last encounter with her ended in the both of them lying out under the stars sharing a romantic evening. He hoped to have more encounters like that with her. It was odd, but for some reason she was the only person he truly trusted outside of Hogsmeade. She felt so comfortable to be around. Maybe it was because she was a Hufflepuff and they were known best for their loyalty. He didn't know what it was...
Phugsius Charadus had prepared a nice lesson for her. It entailed no spells that would send any crates flying toward them or toward anyone else, for that matter. He wouldn't deny the thought had crossed his mind a couple of times just so he could see what position they would end up in again... The elementalist had dropped that idea after he realized that another encounter like the last might send them both up in a blazing inferno... His chest heaved as he let out a forlorn sigh.
It seemed to him, now, that everyone who had once liked him as a twelve year old now disliked him as a prefect except her, and maybe the headmaster. Then again there were some staff members that may have still liked him, and Felix too. He seemed like the only sensible Gryffindor around.
He let his head swivel around the field looking for his red-haired, blue-eyed student...
Niobe the red-headed Hufflepuff who had run into him a few nights ago while sleep walking. His last encounter with her ended in the both of them lying out under the stars sharing a romantic evening. He hoped to have more encounters like that with her. It was odd, but for some reason she was the only person he truly trusted outside of Hogsmeade. She felt so comfortable to be around. Maybe it was because she was a Hufflepuff and they were known best for their loyalty. He didn't know what it was...
Phugsius Charadus had prepared a nice lesson for her. It entailed no spells that would send any crates flying toward them or toward anyone else, for that matter. He wouldn't deny the thought had crossed his mind a couple of times just so he could see what position they would end up in again... The elementalist had dropped that idea after he realized that another encounter like the last might send them both up in a blazing inferno... His chest heaved as he let out a forlorn sigh.
It seemed to him, now, that everyone who had once liked him as a twelve year old now disliked him as a prefect except her, and maybe the headmaster. Then again there were some staff members that may have still liked him, and Felix too. He seemed like the only sensible Gryffindor around.
He let his head swivel around the field looking for his red-haired, blue-eyed student...