Post by Louis Weasley on Jul 18, 2009 1:10:29 GMT
ooc: This is an example from another forum I'm on as Silas Wood. ;D
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Silas Wood had decided he hated himself. As he placed his bare feet against the cold wood flooring of his dorm room, he mentally punched himself. Dressed only in a pair of red flannel boxers, he silently crept over to where he had accordingly placed his robes and slipped them over his now freezing air-exposed torso. He froze, one arm still loose from the robes, as a house-mate groaned in his sleep, and rolled over to face where Silas stood. Taking careful measures to avoid the loose floorboard, he skirted his way around three of the poster-beds to make for the door. Honestly, why the bloody hell did I get stuck with the one way over there? he thought mutinously, nearly tripping over a lone trainer thrown haphazardly in his path. Silas hissed in annoyance, managing at long last to reach the large oak door and pull it open ever so carefully. Ducking out, he raced as quietly as possible for a fifteen year old boy, and jumped the last three stairs with long practice.
It was strangely eerie in the common room at this hour, the fire burned low to a quiet crackle, and without the usual rustling of papers or laughter of students. The large oval room seemed on fire, the House colors blazing hot red from the dim light it received, the gold paint on the walls turned a dark ember. He took a moment to grab his hat, which lay on one of the small oak end tables, and exited the portrait hole swiftly. The Fat Lady was asleep, thank Merlin, and didn't stir as Silas crept out of sight. Nearly doubled over, he moved along the shadows, pausing at every patter or thud he heard, not quite sure if it was his imagination or if the sounds truly existed. For the past five years, he had learned just when Mrs. Norris and Filch hobbled around these areas, and according to the large clock, they should be moving along the Kitchens. All he had to watch out for now were the wandering ghosts that never sleeped, but he was sure they wouldn't rat on him - even Peeves, who all Silas had to tell was he was out wreaking havoc. It seemed like eternity before he reached the large double doors to exit the castle, and he noted they were already slightly ajar. Thank you Ari. he thought, leaving the door open for easier access when they were finished. Finally out on the lawns, he felt a lot safer, though knowing a few ghosts they'd still be lurking around a corner. The only sound outside was that of the rippling lake, the birds and animals already nestled in their homes and sleeping, something that Silas normally would have wished for. He kicked himself mentally once more.
He raced down the grass, feet slipping slightly in the already-forming dew toward the lake, keeping to the trees' shadows as best as possible. Once he reached the lake's shore, his heart began to pound. What in the bloody hell was he doing? Merlin, what the fuck... Apparently the break-up wasn't enough, but he had to say that the thrill of meeting Ariadne down here to swim was rather nice. Why did we break up again? he thought, pulling off his robes and casting them aside. The air was cool against his skin, but the robes were bothering him terribly. He cleared his throat, not wanting to scare the shit out of her and have her potentially fall in the water and drown. That wouldn't be the best way to try and get closer to her again.
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