Post by Joe Fenix. on Apr 3, 2015 1:13:28 GMT
Footsteps echoed down the hall as the male walked along, a light whistle coming from his lips as he walked, it was just gone curfew and everyone should be in bed going to sleep for lessons the next day, most especially the head boy. But, Joe, as ever, had no intention of going to sleep any time soon, he needed something to pass the time that wasn't so boring as shutting your eyes and waking up for lessons the next day.
His converse pressed down on the damp stone under his feet as he walked, headphones pressed into his ears with his magically tampered ipod playing some random soothing tune that suited his mood, quite upbeat, hence the whistling. A black jacket that was quite tight with a hood with grey lining hung around his shoulders and a black and white shirt adorned his torso, and as per the outfit, black jeans. Always the black jeans.
However, unusually, hung over his shoulder was a fishing rod, and in his other hand he was carrying a small bucket of what looked like bait.
Students were not allowed in this part of the castle, meant specifically for the first years to come in on the boats, and the 7th years to leave on. It was tradition and bar that, this was very, very rarely used. So, nobody ever bothered to check it, what were any the students going to do down here anyway, steal a boat? for what purpose?
Apparently fishing, thought Joe to himself, as he finally came to the dock and saw the boats all lined up neatly and tied to the side, he walked over to one nearest to the mouth of the dock and dropped off the bucket with the bait in it, before taking a step back and shivering his shoulders a little bit, start of April was hardly cold, but it wasn't the most warm time of year.
He climbed into the boat and gave his wand a casual flick, the rope untying from the side of the dock as he settled down in the seat.
Rather than setting off right then though, he put his rod down inside of the vessel, reached into his pocket and dug out a small flat black tin, opening it up as he dug out a straight cigarette, putting it between his pursed lips as he muttered "incindeo" and pointed his wand up, lighting the tip and taking a long drag.
His converse pressed down on the damp stone under his feet as he walked, headphones pressed into his ears with his magically tampered ipod playing some random soothing tune that suited his mood, quite upbeat, hence the whistling. A black jacket that was quite tight with a hood with grey lining hung around his shoulders and a black and white shirt adorned his torso, and as per the outfit, black jeans. Always the black jeans.
However, unusually, hung over his shoulder was a fishing rod, and in his other hand he was carrying a small bucket of what looked like bait.
Students were not allowed in this part of the castle, meant specifically for the first years to come in on the boats, and the 7th years to leave on. It was tradition and bar that, this was very, very rarely used. So, nobody ever bothered to check it, what were any the students going to do down here anyway, steal a boat? for what purpose?
Apparently fishing, thought Joe to himself, as he finally came to the dock and saw the boats all lined up neatly and tied to the side, he walked over to one nearest to the mouth of the dock and dropped off the bucket with the bait in it, before taking a step back and shivering his shoulders a little bit, start of April was hardly cold, but it wasn't the most warm time of year.
He climbed into the boat and gave his wand a casual flick, the rope untying from the side of the dock as he settled down in the seat.
Rather than setting off right then though, he put his rod down inside of the vessel, reached into his pocket and dug out a small flat black tin, opening it up as he dug out a straight cigarette, putting it between his pursed lips as he muttered "incindeo" and pointed his wand up, lighting the tip and taking a long drag.