Post by Peter Potts on Jul 16, 2012 19:24:50 GMT -5
Peter continued to hold his breath as the footsteps stopped at the opened door and he felt himself tense, quietly searching for his wand from his pocket as his held breath stung in his lungs, aching to be set free as he trembled. He wasn't going to be strung up and tortured in some dank, dark dungeon by a psychopath of a school caretaker. He had his wand at the ready and waited as the tension ate away at him in the blanket of silence. Then, after what felt like an hour had passed, the steps started toward the tower door and he pulled back, further into the shadows, his mind racing in panic as he thought of what spells he knew, and what could actually help him in this situation. His mind was so wild he couldn't even bother a single thought in his mind other than panic. The figure stepped through the door and he reeled back his wand throwing his arm forward as he roared into the silence.
"LUMOS!" He shouted at his foe, not even knowing what came from his mouth until he thought back on it and realized how idiotic he just sounded, even more so when nothing happened and he was simply staring up at a boy about his age with a wild look in his eyes. His crazy look instantly disappeared when he realized that the boy wasn't the caretaker and his face burned red.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, mate? You gave me a heart attack!" he realized he was yelling and stopped, glancing out the doorway for a brief second before he looked back at the other boy.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2012 19:31:39 GMT -5 by Peter Potts
Post by California Myers on Jul 16, 2012 20:04:02 GMT -5
A monster came bellowing from the darkness. Cali's eyes widened a little bit but besides that he simply stared, nonplussed. The fact there was a wand pointed in his face did not help things. Crap! He knew he was going to run into a crazy person, being out this late. Goddamn his luck. His would-be attacker yawped more words at him, and the Slytherin blinked, completely taken aback.
"Uh," said CA, intelligently. "....Wut?" Another yawn came on, and he only half-covered his mouth this time. No point being polite around this legitimate insane kid. "The fuck you on about?" He'd paused where he stood, and hadn't kept walking like he kind of wanted to, but his slumped posture and resigned tone indicated he'd much rather be elsewhere. These magical kids, man. No respect.
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 16, 2012 20:38:33 GMT -5
Peter's expression hardened as the kid looked so easy and loose when he was so tense and quickly becoming angry.
"You sodding-" he started, but bit his lip to stop himself from saying more, trying to redirect this building emotion in him as the suddenly stable (and no longer terrifying) situation finally let him think again.
"What are you even doing out this late? Passes for Astronomy won't help us when that maniac janitor finds us now," he stuffed his wand into his robe pocket again and sighed heavily.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2012 20:44:36 GMT -5 by Peter Potts
Post by California Myers on Jul 16, 2012 20:53:33 GMT -5
California thought that all over. There was a very long pause. Then - "Astronomy?" The boy's pale eyebrows knitted, and he looked confused. "Who cares? I'm lookin' for my cow." This was all said very seriously; he didn't crack a grin or even so much as quirk the barest of smiles to confirm the absurdity of that last statement. A cow? In my magical university thing? It's more likely than you think.
In that same tone, CA continued on. "Did you see him go by here? Fucker got loose." The Slytherin didn't give two shits about some janitor dude. House points were definitely the least of his concerns.
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 16, 2012 21:30:23 GMT -5
Peter looked at the blond boy sideways as he mentioned a cow, and decided the kid was being a smart ass and was getting back at him for jumping out and shouting at him. He held back the urge to roll his eyes and humored him for whatever reason.
"Sorry, no, I haven't seen a cow running around the school lately," he couldn't help sounding like a jerk about it, "Maybe you should have tied a bell around it's neck."
Post by California Myers on Jul 17, 2012 14:39:13 GMT -5
"A bell?" Again, Cali's face turned contemplative. "Good idea," he said after a beat. Now, where could he find a bell? That would be the difficult part. Ugh. Difficult. Lazily, he turned his dark green eyes on the retard that had assaulted him. Hmmmmmm.
Almost languidly, the Slytherin performed a sloppy about-face. Yawning again, he made a half-hearted attempt to grab for the unfamiliar boy's arm. "Let's go find a bell," he deadpanned. He didn't bother to ask permission first, or if this kid was even interested. Really, who cared?
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 17, 2012 15:26:12 GMT -5
When he was grabbed as the other boy deadpanned like a zombie of some kind, he resisted a bit before being pulled away from his former hiding/ambush spot. He felt uncovered as he was pulled from the tower stairwell and into the corridor and fished around in his robe pocket with his free hand for his wand again. This time, if they were found by that maniac, he'd have to use a spell that he was actually capable of doing to buy them time. He didn't know if the stories he'd heard from older Gryffindors of the janitor's brutality were true or embellished or what, but he wasn't going to be another kid to tell a story about it as he curled into a ball and whimpered simply from the memory.
"So where did you get a cow and how did you get it into the school?" he couldn't believe he was even saying that. This was ridiculous.
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2012 15:27:01 GMT -5 by Peter Potts
Post by California Myers on Jul 18, 2012 2:21:39 GMT -5
Man, this kid sure was a drag. Least he gave in quick, else Cali would have probably just got tired of the whole ordeal and slouched off by himself. Dimly, he noticed the kid pull his wand again. "Oh good," drawled California. "I forgot mine." Actually, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his wand. Maybe it was back in his bags, or under his bed, or... eh, somewhere.
The short blond boy shuffled at a snail's pace, dragging his captive along with him. The kid tried to make small talk, or something. Cali shrugged. "Got him from the farm. He was a present, or whatever." Was it really that interesting? The Slytherin glanced back at his self-made cohort, blonde eyebrows furrowing again. "'ay, kid. Why don't you just make a bell? You can, right?" Dang! That would make things so much easier.
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 18, 2012 7:17:35 GMT -5
He quirked a brow back at the other boy, "I can't just make the bell from nothing,"he also had enough of a time trying to simply turn a matchstick into a needle, or vice versa , he wasn't even sure what the incantation would be for a bell made form another random object.
"Plus," he added, "I don't want to make one now when we haven't even found him yet, not when we could be found out so easily."
Post by California Myers on Jul 19, 2012 19:45:41 GMT -5
"Oh," CA replied, looking disappointed. You couldn't? Then, what use was magic anyway? If you could make light from nothing -- except in this idiot's case, apparently -- why couldn't you make a metal bell from nothing?
Man, magic was so overrated.
Cali released his hold on the kid so he could stretch properly. "Man," he mumbled. "Why're you so worried 'bout getting caught, anyway? S'not like we'd go to jail, or anything." Seriously. Even magic detention sounded cute as hell.
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 19, 2012 21:28:01 GMT -5
Peter frowned at the other boy , wondering where he came from to act the way he did. Wherever it was, Peter doubted very much he'd want to visit.
"I'm not worried about going to Azkaban over wandering corridors. I'm worried about getting tortured until I pass out from the pain," he hushed that last sentence as he glanced around worriedly, "There are far worse things than getting caught, but by the janitor, I doubt there are many. The guy kicked some kid's front teeth out for being late on curfew."
He checked over his shoulder one more time as they walked, "They couldn't pin it on him, of course, because he didn't use magic to do it." he whispered.
Post by California Myers on Jul 22, 2012 12:31:44 GMT -5
Oh man, this kid was definitely on something. Cali gave him a long, level look, twirling a lock of yellowish hair around one finger as he did so. "You high?" It was the only explanation for that sort of talking and behavior, wasn't it?
"Anyway, we'll just say we're doing that astrono-whatever assignment." If this janitor dude really did pop up, CA planned to shove this kid his way and then run the fuck off. Smart plan, eh?
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 30, 2012 21:22:01 GMT -5
Peter looked at the blond boy incredulously before returning his attention to the corridor at both ends, looking for the sway of a lantern or hearing for the sound of heavy footsteps.
"Yeah, like that would help. He's pretty much like a dementor or something. He'll attack anyone he pleases, for whatever reason, because it," he grimaced, "excites him."
Post by California Myers on Aug 2, 2012 2:20:22 GMT -5
Cali was going to take that silence as a 'yes'. Well. He wouldn't judge. After all, his mom had been a pretty heavy user, back in the day. No biggie. Contrary to popular belief, CA himself didn't use and abuse, or even use at all. Just wasn't his style, man. Plus, drugs were hella expensive. The whole line of thought was tiring: to get drugs, one needed money, and to get money, one needed to work, which was not even an option, ever.
Nope.
The Slytherin's attention finally perked a little. "For real?" He still looked a little doubtful, but he quit twirling that piece of hair like a fucking junior high girl. "What a creep." He thought it over for a moment, shuffling along. "Bet he's waitin' around the next corner," he said, conversationally. The blond's expression didn't change, though he looked a bit amused at his own wit. "Bet he's gonna jump out just when you aren't looking." Languidly, Cali cracked his knuckles and kept padding along. Haters gonna hate.
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