Post by blackveilbridexx on Sept 22, 2009 0:07:23 GMT
The Forbidden Forest gave many students at Hogwarts the chills, though it had little to no effect on Maxwell Carter. He had a confident gait as he strode through the dark, twisting paths of the wooded area, taking time to breathe in the musky aroma. He loved this place; it seemed so real in this world where things were usually dramatized and faked. Most of all, he enjoyed coming here to look for the Thestrals. A morbid hobby, perhaps, but it wasn't surprising that Maxwell thought the frightening creatures were fascinating rather than terrifying.
He had just finished eating dinner (Well, he picked at it, but still) and just wanted to let go of the stress that he had held on to during the day. He had managed to sneak an apple from one of the autumn center pieces and was tossing it up in the air and catching it with his left hand. He rarely went out there without some sort of treat to toss to whatever Thestral he saw there. It just seemed polite, seeing as this forest was probably their home before Hogwarts was established.
The moon was just beginning to make it's nighttime appearance in the ink-colored sky, making company among the perfect stars. His gaze focussed on the ground once more, which was a thick carpet of decomposing leaves. Most of them were an ugly brown-black color with the occasional golden or red streak. Autumn was such a lovely time of the year; Maxwell probably enjoyed September through November the most, seeing as the weather was fair and he still was able to go outside without having too many interruptions or having his nose freeze from the cold.
Speaking of which, Max hugged his cloak around him, finding that his fingertips were beginning to freeze over. He didn't mind, though. At least they weren't numb. Tingly he could deal with. Numb he could not.
Hearing a loud crack from a few feet to his right, Max turned slowly, hand drifting to his pocket where his wand was. He alwyas seemed to be a little paranoid, though it was probably just some sort of woodland creature like a squirrel. He hated those damn things!
But, to his delight, it was one of the younger Thestrals, beating it's leathery wings and staring at him with yellow eyes.
"Hello there," he said with a smile. "I brought you something." he continued, dropping to his haunches and offering the apple to the horse-like thing. Sure enough, the thestral approached Max and sniffed his hand, and after a moment's hesitation it chomped down on the food happily. "That's a good girl," Max said in a pleased tone, reaching out and gently stroking the beast's neck.
He had just finished eating dinner (Well, he picked at it, but still) and just wanted to let go of the stress that he had held on to during the day. He had managed to sneak an apple from one of the autumn center pieces and was tossing it up in the air and catching it with his left hand. He rarely went out there without some sort of treat to toss to whatever Thestral he saw there. It just seemed polite, seeing as this forest was probably their home before Hogwarts was established.
The moon was just beginning to make it's nighttime appearance in the ink-colored sky, making company among the perfect stars. His gaze focussed on the ground once more, which was a thick carpet of decomposing leaves. Most of them were an ugly brown-black color with the occasional golden or red streak. Autumn was such a lovely time of the year; Maxwell probably enjoyed September through November the most, seeing as the weather was fair and he still was able to go outside without having too many interruptions or having his nose freeze from the cold.
Speaking of which, Max hugged his cloak around him, finding that his fingertips were beginning to freeze over. He didn't mind, though. At least they weren't numb. Tingly he could deal with. Numb he could not.
Hearing a loud crack from a few feet to his right, Max turned slowly, hand drifting to his pocket where his wand was. He alwyas seemed to be a little paranoid, though it was probably just some sort of woodland creature like a squirrel. He hated those damn things!
But, to his delight, it was one of the younger Thestrals, beating it's leathery wings and staring at him with yellow eyes.
"Hello there," he said with a smile. "I brought you something." he continued, dropping to his haunches and offering the apple to the horse-like thing. Sure enough, the thestral approached Max and sniffed his hand, and after a moment's hesitation it chomped down on the food happily. "That's a good girl," Max said in a pleased tone, reaching out and gently stroking the beast's neck.