Post by Jeremy on Feb 22, 2006 18:09:27 GMT -5
Jeremy muttered the Gryffindor password, and entered the Common Room. He barely ever visits here during the day, he usually is doing something that was fun, or important, which includes the trip to the Salamandra Mansion, and classes. This time was no exception, well sort of. He had just came back from the Salamandra Mansion, blood still stained his jeans, the dagger, rock, and journal was still in his possession, and he was dead tired. He made sure that no one was there, so he could make it to his room, without being spotted.
He rushed through the Common Room, and sprinted up the stairs, then into his room. Jeremy quickly stripped out of his bloody jeans, and put on clean jeans. He looked at his jeans, knowing the bloodstain will never go out, so in a desperate move, he whispered, "Evanesco," and the jeans disappeared. Jeremy then carefully his the dagger in his trunk, so when he opens it, it would be out of sight. He also hid the journal inside the trunk, not too weary of people seeing that, since it looked similar to the other books that resided in there.
Then Jeremy walked down stairs, slowly, and sat on a couch. His legs were aching, thoughts sprinted through out his head, and he was dead tired. Jeremy was too excited to go to sleep now, the whole 'mission' was exhilarating, but was also scary. He examined himself again, making sure there was no signs of him ever being in the house, and he was sure to leave no signs of himself inside the house. All he had to do, was that Tobias, Max, and Muryllis kept their mouths shut. But the only thing that did frightened Jeremy, which hadn't earlier, was that Max was missing in action. He seemed to disappear as they searched the house, and never reappeared.
He stopped thinking about the last few hours, knowing it wouldn't bring him any good. The blond haired boy knew that he would have to return, so there is no use in scaring himself. Jeremy knew that Samus would be getting hungry soon, but he couldn't pull himself up to feed it. The owl was in his room, on a desk that Jeremy never used. He remembered the first time he went in here, it was very similar, but he didn't knew that he was safe back then. But now, he knew he was completely safe. It was getting late, and his mind was dead. Sitting on the couch, not thinking about what had happened, his eyelids began to fell heavy, and then he drifted into sleep.bg
He rushed through the Common Room, and sprinted up the stairs, then into his room. Jeremy quickly stripped out of his bloody jeans, and put on clean jeans. He looked at his jeans, knowing the bloodstain will never go out, so in a desperate move, he whispered, "Evanesco," and the jeans disappeared. Jeremy then carefully his the dagger in his trunk, so when he opens it, it would be out of sight. He also hid the journal inside the trunk, not too weary of people seeing that, since it looked similar to the other books that resided in there.
Then Jeremy walked down stairs, slowly, and sat on a couch. His legs were aching, thoughts sprinted through out his head, and he was dead tired. Jeremy was too excited to go to sleep now, the whole 'mission' was exhilarating, but was also scary. He examined himself again, making sure there was no signs of him ever being in the house, and he was sure to leave no signs of himself inside the house. All he had to do, was that Tobias, Max, and Muryllis kept their mouths shut. But the only thing that did frightened Jeremy, which hadn't earlier, was that Max was missing in action. He seemed to disappear as they searched the house, and never reappeared.
He stopped thinking about the last few hours, knowing it wouldn't bring him any good. The blond haired boy knew that he would have to return, so there is no use in scaring himself. Jeremy knew that Samus would be getting hungry soon, but he couldn't pull himself up to feed it. The owl was in his room, on a desk that Jeremy never used. He remembered the first time he went in here, it was very similar, but he didn't knew that he was safe back then. But now, he knew he was completely safe. It was getting late, and his mind was dead. Sitting on the couch, not thinking about what had happened, his eyelids began to fell heavy, and then he drifted into sleep.bg