Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2006 22:40:33 GMT -5
(ooc: Continued from firedepth.proboards33.com/index.cgi?board=charm&action=display&thread=1140645232&page=2#1142029637)
The glowing light at the tip of the Charms professor’s wand cast harsh shadows on his face, making his already unpleasant expression seem even more severe than normal. The terrain in front of him alternately brightened and darkened as he walked, nearly tripping over an unseen rock. There was no moon tonight, and his lumos spell was certainly no substitute for good night vision. The air was chilly, especially when one was clad in only a t-shirt and jeans as Anil was, though why this pureblood was wearing muggle clothes was anyone’s guess. However, it wasn’t as cold as it had been a few days earlier, promising the coming of spring. However, showers always came before the flowers, and the thickening clouds above hinted at rain soon to come. It was certainly a strange time to go night wandering about the school grounds.
Anil’s tall figure stopped every few meters, sweeping his meager light around. It seemed he was looking for something, and once in a while, he could be heard muttering to himself. Suddenly, a loud howling rose from nearby. The former auror wheeled around, then hurried towards the source of the noise. The awful din appeared to be coming from the general area of the Shining River. Upon reaching the scene, Anil sighed irritably. It was worse than he thought it would be.
Screaming doxies whirled about in the hundreds, emerging in a seemingly endless stream from a wreckage of splinters and twisted metal. Strewed about the mess were several articles of clothing, a few books, and what looked like a half-eaten sneakoscope. Unfortunately, this little ensemble happened to be the remains of Anil’s belongings, blown out a window and across the school grounds by a well-meaning student. Peering around a tree, Anil readied his wand. Even something as simple as a biting fairy was a problem when congregated in agitated hordes. If this mass of doxies couldn’t be described as agitated, nothing could.
The glowing light at the tip of the Charms professor’s wand cast harsh shadows on his face, making his already unpleasant expression seem even more severe than normal. The terrain in front of him alternately brightened and darkened as he walked, nearly tripping over an unseen rock. There was no moon tonight, and his lumos spell was certainly no substitute for good night vision. The air was chilly, especially when one was clad in only a t-shirt and jeans as Anil was, though why this pureblood was wearing muggle clothes was anyone’s guess. However, it wasn’t as cold as it had been a few days earlier, promising the coming of spring. However, showers always came before the flowers, and the thickening clouds above hinted at rain soon to come. It was certainly a strange time to go night wandering about the school grounds.
Anil’s tall figure stopped every few meters, sweeping his meager light around. It seemed he was looking for something, and once in a while, he could be heard muttering to himself. Suddenly, a loud howling rose from nearby. The former auror wheeled around, then hurried towards the source of the noise. The awful din appeared to be coming from the general area of the Shining River. Upon reaching the scene, Anil sighed irritably. It was worse than he thought it would be.
Screaming doxies whirled about in the hundreds, emerging in a seemingly endless stream from a wreckage of splinters and twisted metal. Strewed about the mess were several articles of clothing, a few books, and what looked like a half-eaten sneakoscope. Unfortunately, this little ensemble happened to be the remains of Anil’s belongings, blown out a window and across the school grounds by a well-meaning student. Peering around a tree, Anil readied his wand. Even something as simple as a biting fairy was a problem when congregated in agitated hordes. If this mass of doxies couldn’t be described as agitated, nothing could.