Post by harrison mckleen on Dec 10, 2011 19:08:34 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Yawning, the brunette rubbed his eyes as he stumbled out of the classroom. He usually didn’t take a nap during Charms, but for some reason, the droll voice of the professor lulled him to sleep. No one, of course, had bothered to wake him up and he now had his fingernails painted in multi-colors. A small coy smirk toyed at the edges of his lips, wondering who had created such a devious prank. But Harrison made his way up the stairs, his mind set on one specific location. Usually, Harrison was spotted roaming the corridors during his free period, or down at the kitchen, getting a quick snack to munch on before heading to the next lecture, but he had an essay for Potions that he had put off for too long. Granted, it was his fault that he hadn’t exactly started the essay a week ago and it was due the next morning, but he hated writing. His penmanship had gotten him in loads of trouble with the professors, claiming that he was cheating and wanted to hide his cheating ways. Sure, he cheated off of his friends, but he wouldn’t hide it like that. The correct way of cheating was to reword the sentence, duh. The doors to the library opened slowly and he sauntered in, giving the librarian a wave. She, like most teachers, rolled her eyes but gave him a smile. As long as Harrison wasn’t a distraction to those studying, he could hide in the depths of the library as long as he wanted. And, oddly enough, the library soothed him. While he was known for his outgoing and joking personality, he often enjoyed finding a little seat in the corner and reading a new book. It wasn’t as much fun as Quidditch per say, but it was quiet enjoyable no less. Finding an open table in the middle of the library, he placed his bag on the seat next to him and began to remove his parchment and quill. His wand remained securely in his pocket, afraid that someone would steal it without him looking. An unusual fear considering everyone in the school having a wand, but a fear of his no less. It was his wand, damn it. He flicked to a specific page in his potions book and began to write. It was something on the creation of the Draught of the Living Dead, something Harrison was sure he would never need in his future endeavors, but he continued to write. Hogwarts had been a safe haven at one point, but now it was almost a prison, telling him he couldn’t begin his life until his seventh year was complete. He could pull a Weasley and fly out of the school, but he knew his mother would kill him. Katherine had the image that her son would become and Healer like herself, even though she had gotten more letters complaining about him than his two brothers combined. Looking up from the parchment a couple minutes later, he glanced around the open area of the library. Girls giggled together about something and the boys looked bored, and he looked friendless. Ah well. More time for school work to be done, he thought, but knew he wanted company. Harrison hated being alone; there was a difference of being alone versus being quiet. And when he was quiet with someone in the room, he never felt along. But he brought his eyes back to the essay that needed to be written before hearing a dull thud from the table. His brown eyes glanced up and he smiled at the company he had just received. ”Hello there, mate.” Harrison offered, moving a book out of his new companion’s way. tag: no one yet word count: 623 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: open open open (x |
credit to BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0
