Post by TJ on Jul 3, 2008 11:26:56 GMT -5
"Curses," TJ muttered under his breath darkly, his face flat against the grimy floor. He had tripped over his own shoelace rather clumsily, and his hands had been badly scraped, blood trickling onto the dirt-covered cement floors. His long streaks of chocolate brown hair had mud ingrained into it, blending in well but feeling disgusting.
The only reason he had gone down to the dungeons was to go into Room 12, a rather dark musty room filled with old potion books and such. A veteran seventh year had told him that the books were quite helpful, and that he could use them as long as he wasn't caught. Obviously, for a Ravenclaw, there were no barriers and second thoughts when it came to gaining knowledge. So, like a fool, he had decided to come down with his bookbag and Selena's bookbag, whom he was still trying to find. The light was very dim and even in the early evening it was still very black, only thin trickles of light coming from the small windows that made it feel like a prison.
Shuddering, the Ravenclaw pulled himself off the floor and rested his back against the wall, feeling the bumpy, mold-covered wall rub against his green polo. TJ took in a deep breath, but gagged when he took in the musty air. Grimacing as he pulled himself up, the boy realized his faded jeans had fresh blood stains on the knee area of the fabric. How could one get such cuts with such a clumsy but relatively harmless fall? He felt so embarrassed, but he was glad no one else was around. The injured Ravenclaw stood up to his full figure, and proceeded to hobble to the nurse's office for some bandages.
Little did he know he forgot both of the two bookbags that he had brought down. And to an even lesser knowledge did he know what was contained in Selena's notebook.
The only reason he had gone down to the dungeons was to go into Room 12, a rather dark musty room filled with old potion books and such. A veteran seventh year had told him that the books were quite helpful, and that he could use them as long as he wasn't caught. Obviously, for a Ravenclaw, there were no barriers and second thoughts when it came to gaining knowledge. So, like a fool, he had decided to come down with his bookbag and Selena's bookbag, whom he was still trying to find. The light was very dim and even in the early evening it was still very black, only thin trickles of light coming from the small windows that made it feel like a prison.
Shuddering, the Ravenclaw pulled himself off the floor and rested his back against the wall, feeling the bumpy, mold-covered wall rub against his green polo. TJ took in a deep breath, but gagged when he took in the musty air. Grimacing as he pulled himself up, the boy realized his faded jeans had fresh blood stains on the knee area of the fabric. How could one get such cuts with such a clumsy but relatively harmless fall? He felt so embarrassed, but he was glad no one else was around. The injured Ravenclaw stood up to his full figure, and proceeded to hobble to the nurse's office for some bandages.
Little did he know he forgot both of the two bookbags that he had brought down. And to an even lesser knowledge did he know what was contained in Selena's notebook.