 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Invitation in hand, package in pocket and frown on his face, Sabel moved into the entrance hall. His eyes did a quick sweep for any one of those who's names were scrawled on the list tucked safely in his pocket. No one yet. He was early. A good thing. Maybe he could try and collect his nervous and confused thoughts before it was time to leave. Nothing about any of this made much sense and already his guard was up and his body tense.
He supposed it didn't really help that his arm had started to bother him again, most likely thanks to the stress of work and the invite. Finding a private spot on the sill of one of the windows near the great doors, he folded his legs up under himself and rested his arm across his lap. Long sleeves covered most of the cloth he had used to wrap his arm up in, the unction protected by its clean surface. Only his hand bore visible bandaging in such a method that he could still use his wand if needed, or write, or eat, or any number of essential activities requiring dexterity. The last thing he wanted to feel was crippled by some type of poor, restrictive bandaging.
With a slow sigh, he worked on adjusting the holster around his wrist, over the bandaging, under his sleeve. Not the most comfortable set-up, but it worked. And he wasn't leaving the school without his wand. Now it was only a matter of time before the others showed up.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |