Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 23, 2009 17:43:50 GMT -5
It seemed that nothing ever went right these days. It was exactly was Felix begged for, dreamed for, longingly imagined happening, yet when it actually came about the fifteen-year-old boy was found helpless. It was as if he was sitting on a lily pad in the middle of an ocean of doom; safe for the moment, but with no means of getting to safety and just watching impending death all around as it sometimes lightly splashing him.
As a connoisseur of knowledge, the Gryffindor prided himself in his brain, the cranial bucket full of information. Whenever presented with a situation his number one priority was to see what knowledge he could gain from it, and his second objective was to use his prior knowledge to get out alive. So far he was still alive, yet more recently he couldn’t attribute his head to the reason why he survived. This shameful fact Felix would never admit in a million and two years yet still it rung true in his head.
Walking up to the headmasters tower, Felix was on a mission. A majority of his missions were futile yet this particular one was quite easy. His part of the mission was at least. In the past few days that he had been contemplating and debating himself if he should, or should not pursue this mission, but that morning the Gryffindor finally decided to take the quest. There was no danger involved. No risk. No dragon to slay or shade to kill. No, Felix quest was simply to bring a request to the Headmaster.
In his freshly cleaned black robes with rich red trim, worn jeans beneath, a single shining piece of adorned his chest. The head boy didn’t actually enjoy wearing the badge, for the scared and odd looks he received, yet seeing how Talon had given it to him, he thought it only best to bear the thing. The Gryffindor had completely forgotten to comb his brown mess atop his scull that, as he saw his refection in a suit of shining armor, he realized it almost match that of Orca’s. Attempting to run his heads through it, without much luck, Felix could only hope the headmaster didn’t know Orca.
At the very top of the staircase that lead to every part of the castle, there was a wooden door, but between Felix and his quest end, was a Phoenix. Nothing would stand in his way. Not even a solid statue of a flaming monster. “Good Afternoon. I dearest say that the weather is quite delightful, eh?” The monster stood no chance again Felix’s greeting.
Sliding aside, Felix took a deep breath and knocked.
As a connoisseur of knowledge, the Gryffindor prided himself in his brain, the cranial bucket full of information. Whenever presented with a situation his number one priority was to see what knowledge he could gain from it, and his second objective was to use his prior knowledge to get out alive. So far he was still alive, yet more recently he couldn’t attribute his head to the reason why he survived. This shameful fact Felix would never admit in a million and two years yet still it rung true in his head.
Walking up to the headmasters tower, Felix was on a mission. A majority of his missions were futile yet this particular one was quite easy. His part of the mission was at least. In the past few days that he had been contemplating and debating himself if he should, or should not pursue this mission, but that morning the Gryffindor finally decided to take the quest. There was no danger involved. No risk. No dragon to slay or shade to kill. No, Felix quest was simply to bring a request to the Headmaster.
In his freshly cleaned black robes with rich red trim, worn jeans beneath, a single shining piece of adorned his chest. The head boy didn’t actually enjoy wearing the badge, for the scared and odd looks he received, yet seeing how Talon had given it to him, he thought it only best to bear the thing. The Gryffindor had completely forgotten to comb his brown mess atop his scull that, as he saw his refection in a suit of shining armor, he realized it almost match that of Orca’s. Attempting to run his heads through it, without much luck, Felix could only hope the headmaster didn’t know Orca.
At the very top of the staircase that lead to every part of the castle, there was a wooden door, but between Felix and his quest end, was a Phoenix. Nothing would stand in his way. Not even a solid statue of a flaming monster. “Good Afternoon. I dearest say that the weather is quite delightful, eh?” The monster stood no chance again Felix’s greeting.
Sliding aside, Felix took a deep breath and knocked.