Post by Konrad on Aug 18, 2009 7:53:27 GMT -5
There was a loud thump as the trap door closed behind him, and Konrad Maximillian strode through the Hufflepuff Common Room with purpose. Twice now, twice the Hufflepuff Team had been defeated and the second time was worse because he wasn't even there for the whole game. With no words could he express his anger, his outrage at himself, but felt that action was needed now. For the German still remembered those insults from the previous week's match so generously spoken by the Slytherin Seeker, and he wanted blood. He had been raised by his parents to make sure that no one could push him around, and it was in his nature not to let others off lightly for things like that.
And that was why he was returning to the Common Room with a few choice items from Drakborough. Ingredients for a potion that would allow him to right all those injustices against his name, to make sure that no one else would cross Konrad Maximillian after this. But one thing was for sure he didn't want to make a potion in the state he was currently in or he might wind up giving himself an extra set of arms by incident. So the Hufflepuff, whose hair kept switching between brown and blue like a cuttlefish, stormed around the Common Room once he set his backpack on one of the many chairs.
Why were things just going so wrong for him? He knew that he wasn't bad at Quidditch, but why was it that every time his team played they got horribly crushed? It didn't make any sense to Konrad and that just made him angrily and more directed to undertake his initial plan. His fist clenched and his rib still aching faintly, Konrad finally crashed onto one of the couches and tried to forget about the now. Try as he might, he couldn't force those thoughts out of his head and vengence was on the fore-front of his mind.
So he resorted to just rubbing his temples and muttering darkly under his breath about what he had in store for the Slytherin named Phugius Charadus.
And that was why he was returning to the Common Room with a few choice items from Drakborough. Ingredients for a potion that would allow him to right all those injustices against his name, to make sure that no one else would cross Konrad Maximillian after this. But one thing was for sure he didn't want to make a potion in the state he was currently in or he might wind up giving himself an extra set of arms by incident. So the Hufflepuff, whose hair kept switching between brown and blue like a cuttlefish, stormed around the Common Room once he set his backpack on one of the many chairs.
Why were things just going so wrong for him? He knew that he wasn't bad at Quidditch, but why was it that every time his team played they got horribly crushed? It didn't make any sense to Konrad and that just made him angrily and more directed to undertake his initial plan. His fist clenched and his rib still aching faintly, Konrad finally crashed onto one of the couches and tried to forget about the now. Try as he might, he couldn't force those thoughts out of his head and vengence was on the fore-front of his mind.
So he resorted to just rubbing his temples and muttering darkly under his breath about what he had in store for the Slytherin named Phugius Charadus.