Post by Felix I. Genero on Sept 5, 2009 11:09:33 GMT -5
((OOC: Open!))
IC:
Imagine walking down a hall filled with students but everyone was pouring out their emotions, in the utmost detail, leaving out no secret, at exactly the same time to absolutely no one. Now, bear with me, imagine you are the only one that can hear them. Every crush, every evil torture method you wished to use on a professor that annoyed you, every fear, and every love. Not thoughts, just feelings.
With a gentle smirk, Felix was spinning his wand through his fingers as he walked slowly down the hall ways as students rushed to class, oblivious of the Head Boy’s listening. He was most definitely violating everyone’s privacy, but it wasn’t his fault they weren’t all wearing tin foil hats to keep their brainwaves to themselves.
The scarlet robed fifteen-year-old was walking in slow motion as the world whizzed by him.
After a few unfortunate secrets revealed in the form of images that Felix rather have not seen, he shut off his telepathic empathy and proceeded to focus on his own thoughts. It seemed no matter how much he researched, how many books he bought for the library, nowhere could he find two books that he would kill to get his hands on. These books were not the Zodiac books. Felix had no interest in the elements except for keeping them away from the wrong hands. The books Felix was dying to find were quite simple. “Idiots Guide to Killing Shades” and “Idiots Guide to Killing Nephilim”. Felix was not insulted by the title at all, if anyone was even mildly interested in such a subject, they rightfully deserved being called an idiot.
Theidiot Head Boy didn’t know why he thought waltzing the halls would do any good in his searching, but half the things Felix thought would never happened did. Unfortunately, a majority of the thoughts revolved around the idea that bad things could never happen… until they did. On the average day, they happened to Felix.
By now the Gryffindor had made his way all the way down to the arch, where some students were handing out. Two ‘Puff’s, a guy and a girl, were chatting away listening to a muggle iPod, and a first year Ravenclaw girl was curled up in the corner with a book half her size. Behind the Arch, two Slytherin guys, around fifteen-years, were joking around with a bag from a joke store, one at the moment attacking the other with a yo-yo. Realizing there were no new students to welcome or troublemakers to stop, Felix pocketed his wand and continued his waltz around the grounds… around the edge of the lake.
It seemed whenever Felix had a plan, something or someone ruined it, so today Felix had no plan. He would just walk. You never know.
IC:
Imagine walking down a hall filled with students but everyone was pouring out their emotions, in the utmost detail, leaving out no secret, at exactly the same time to absolutely no one. Now, bear with me, imagine you are the only one that can hear them. Every crush, every evil torture method you wished to use on a professor that annoyed you, every fear, and every love. Not thoughts, just feelings.
With a gentle smirk, Felix was spinning his wand through his fingers as he walked slowly down the hall ways as students rushed to class, oblivious of the Head Boy’s listening. He was most definitely violating everyone’s privacy, but it wasn’t his fault they weren’t all wearing tin foil hats to keep their brainwaves to themselves.
The scarlet robed fifteen-year-old was walking in slow motion as the world whizzed by him.
After a few unfortunate secrets revealed in the form of images that Felix rather have not seen, he shut off his telepathic empathy and proceeded to focus on his own thoughts. It seemed no matter how much he researched, how many books he bought for the library, nowhere could he find two books that he would kill to get his hands on. These books were not the Zodiac books. Felix had no interest in the elements except for keeping them away from the wrong hands. The books Felix was dying to find were quite simple. “Idiots Guide to Killing Shades” and “Idiots Guide to Killing Nephilim”. Felix was not insulted by the title at all, if anyone was even mildly interested in such a subject, they rightfully deserved being called an idiot.
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By now the Gryffindor had made his way all the way down to the arch, where some students were handing out. Two ‘Puff’s, a guy and a girl, were chatting away listening to a muggle iPod, and a first year Ravenclaw girl was curled up in the corner with a book half her size. Behind the Arch, two Slytherin guys, around fifteen-years, were joking around with a bag from a joke store, one at the moment attacking the other with a yo-yo. Realizing there were no new students to welcome or troublemakers to stop, Felix pocketed his wand and continued his waltz around the grounds… around the edge of the lake.
It seemed whenever Felix had a plan, something or someone ruined it, so today Felix had no plan. He would just walk. You never know.