Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Sept 23, 2006 9:34:55 GMT -5
OOC: Continued from here. Sorry. Muse left mid-post again. >.<
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Teagan carefully walked into the dungeons and looked around, delicately examining the inflexible stone of its vast walls. Her slender fingers rested against the door frame and she stopped moving. It wasn't their potions dungeon, exactly, but potions could be made here. In fact, there were also a few cauldrons just lying around in various places. It was nice.
The female Ravenclaw prefect had suddenly been bombarded by emotions when she had seen Sparky in Drakborough. It had happened suddenly, quickly. All she did was walk away, get pelted with something (a pebble, maybe?) and turn back around. The girl had almost been blown off her feet because of it. Teagan hadn't slept, yet; it was her patrol night, after all, but did she really even want to return to their common room because she might see Sparky? No... She wouldn't be going back there tonight. The clock was already ticking to midnight, the time her patrol would supposedly end.
She didn't care. Hopefully, brewing a potion would help her to pass the time...
Or not. She didn't have any ingredients. The prefect blink and straightened herself. She didn't see anyone nearby. At least, she didn't see anyone nearby so far. Her long hair draped over her shoulders again. The prefect slowly headed farther into the dark crevice. The air was cold, but it also wasn't as damp as it had been at the arch. Her careful movements were quiet. What to do, what to do...
What potions could she make? Or was there anything else that she could do? Practicing magic would be an option, but that might tire her even faster since that took more energy than just standing over a cauldron. She frowned. A faint tingling sensation picked at her skin.
The female Ravenclaw prefect had suddenly been bombarded by emotions when she had seen Sparky in Drakborough. It had happened suddenly, quickly. All she did was walk away, get pelted with something (a pebble, maybe?) and turn back around. The girl had almost been blown off her feet because of it. Teagan hadn't slept, yet; it was her patrol night, after all, but did she really even want to return to their common room because she might see Sparky? No... She wouldn't be going back there tonight. The clock was already ticking to midnight, the time her patrol would supposedly end.
She didn't care. Hopefully, brewing a potion would help her to pass the time...
Or not. She didn't have any ingredients. The prefect blink and straightened herself. She didn't see anyone nearby. At least, she didn't see anyone nearby so far. Her long hair draped over her shoulders again. The prefect slowly headed farther into the dark crevice. The air was cold, but it also wasn't as damp as it had been at the arch. Her careful movements were quiet. What to do, what to do...
What potions could she make? Or was there anything else that she could do? Practicing magic would be an option, but that might tire her even faster since that took more energy than just standing over a cauldron. She frowned. A faint tingling sensation picked at her skin.