Post by Blaine Bates on Nov 7, 2010 21:11:29 GMT -5
Blaine walked down the street with purpose in his steps, though the weather was a bit too dry. Sure, it was dark, but it was still waterless… and he rather enjoyed rain. It forced most everyone inside, and that was when the outdoors were to be utilised. Currently, however, he had to be outside to run down and get some stationery for his sister, Emma. Em couldn’t do it currently because she was sleeping. And as well she should be, the boy thought, nodding to himself. It’s three in the morning.
Despite the late hour, however, Blaine was wide awake. Having slept away half his day today due to slaving over tomes and texts in the library for hours, the Ravenclaw had arisen round about 9 in the evening. So, now that he was up and on a mission, he ended up in Drakborough, peering in through closed shop windows. It is three in the morning, Blaine old chap. No-one would be up, huh? He slipped out a sigh, stopping in the middle of the deserted mall, scratching his head.
Now what to do? Quirking his lips and crinkling his nose in his sudden awkwardness, looming in the street like some tall lanky creep, Blaine decided he was at a loss of what to do now. The boy glanced at his wristwatch, then walked toward the stationary shop he had passed by earlier. He looked at the hours written on the door and heaved out another sigh. The ‘Claw said softly, “Might as well wait until this pen shop down the way opens… in four hours.”
He grunted as he flopped down onto a nearby bench, draping himself languidly across the wood like a long-limbed feline. Yawning widely, the normally uptight boy felt relaxed in the quiet space, allowing a lazy smile to tug at his lips. Out of nowhere, Blaine tilted back his head, peered up at the starry sky, and started quietly reciting the characteristics of various magical creatures, (which is what he was studying the last time he was awake).
(Open. So open.)
Despite the late hour, however, Blaine was wide awake. Having slept away half his day today due to slaving over tomes and texts in the library for hours, the Ravenclaw had arisen round about 9 in the evening. So, now that he was up and on a mission, he ended up in Drakborough, peering in through closed shop windows. It is three in the morning, Blaine old chap. No-one would be up, huh? He slipped out a sigh, stopping in the middle of the deserted mall, scratching his head.
Now what to do? Quirking his lips and crinkling his nose in his sudden awkwardness, looming in the street like some tall lanky creep, Blaine decided he was at a loss of what to do now. The boy glanced at his wristwatch, then walked toward the stationary shop he had passed by earlier. He looked at the hours written on the door and heaved out another sigh. The ‘Claw said softly, “Might as well wait until this pen shop down the way opens… in four hours.”
He grunted as he flopped down onto a nearby bench, draping himself languidly across the wood like a long-limbed feline. Yawning widely, the normally uptight boy felt relaxed in the quiet space, allowing a lazy smile to tug at his lips. Out of nowhere, Blaine tilted back his head, peered up at the starry sky, and started quietly reciting the characteristics of various magical creatures, (which is what he was studying the last time he was awake).
(Open. So open.)